"The spotlight isn't for someone like me," Ekkehardt says, still watching the crowd. He laughs a little, quietly, like even the thought of being the center of attention is a foolish idea. "Others may take the stage, and they're more than welcome to it. I'll stay right here."

He looks back at the other man, when that question is posed.

"Three years, now. This year will be my fourth." He sort of shrugs. "I get to go home, as my schedule allows...and I asked to be placed here. So really, I shouldn't complain too much." His smile is a bit rueful, but it's not exactly regret. It was his choice, in the end, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get homesick now and then.