Mrs. Martin and Mr. Blohm — Episode Sixteen: Coincidence — it’s what is meant to fall to you, that finds its way to you.” But what you make of it — that’s up to you.

Coincidence — it’s what is meant to fall to you, that finds its way to you.” But what you make of it — that’s up to you.

In German 

“Was bedeutet das Wort Zufall?
Zufall — das Fällige fällt dir zu.”

It was the first truly beautiful weekend after a long, gray February — the very first weekend in March.

Regina was on her way to Denmark to visit her friend Evelyn, who spent her holidays there every year at this time.

Denmark was only about a three-hour drive from Hamburg, but Regina had never been there before. Growing up in Munich, her weekend drives had always led south — to Italy, most often to Lake Garda or the little seaside town of Lignano on the Adriatic coast.

But now that Regina had been living in Hamburg for five months already, things were different.
Today, she was driving north.

Love Songs Reflections

On the passenger seat lay Mr. Blohm’s gift — the CD.
And the very first song, Frank Sinatra’s “It Had to Be You,” almost made her want to crawl right into the CD player, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around and finally found the somebody who
Could make me be true, could make me be blue
And even be glad just to be sad thinking of you...

Regina could hardly believe her ears.
Did Mr. Blohm really mean… me?

Her heart was racing — this first song felt like a direct declaration of love.

Yes, he means me, she thought.
Mr. Blohm wanted exactly what she wanted — an honest relationship, something to build together.
He had “wandered around,” just like in the song, and finally found her.

She smiled and drifted into a daydream as she continued driving north.

Had she misjudged Mr. Blohm all along?
Had she been too focused on appearances — just because he didn’t look like her dream man, the dark-haired, tanned, Mediterranean type she had always fallen for?

Maybe she had lost her sense of what truly mattered.
After Paul, perhaps she couldn’t see clearly anymore what kind of man was really right for her.

Questions and more questions filled her mind.

But one thing was certain: she loved the music on Mr. Blohm’s CD.
Not just loved — she was completely swept away.

After Frank Sinatra, more emotional love songs followed — by Luis Miguel, that Mexican artist with the golden voice. They had already listened to him together at Mr. Blohm’s condo.

How could a German man like Mr. Blohm enjoy such passionate Latin music? she wondered.
That was something she would expect from a southern soul, not from someone born in Germany.

Wow, she thought, he must have a very sensitive side.
And one thing was for sure — Mr. Blohm was full of surprises.

Those were exactly the character traits she needed in a man if she was ever to let anyone close to her again.

Isn’t that what life is all about —
the right person appearing at the right moment, often through unexpected paths?

After all, it was Paul, her ex-boyfriend, who had spread the word that Regina was looking for a condo in Hamburg.
That’s how she met Gerhard Meir. And thanks to her honesty — that she was not Paul’s girlfriend anymore — he still agreed to rent her the studio in the very same building where Mr. Blohm lived.

Coincidence?
For sure not!

To find the right man at the right time — because of Paul?

Regina smiled to herself as she drove through the soft, rosy-colored clouds of the German sky.
Her thoughts were no longer with Paul.
They were with Mr. Blohm — the only man who, at that moment, seemed like he could truly be the right one for her.

Why else would he have chosen that first song — It Had to Be You?

She remembered every scene when she first met him —
the karaoke machine incident, the unforgettable white bathrobe appearance (and yes, that was the first time she had to admit: Mr. Blohm looked pretty hot), his stylish condo — okay, he talked a little too much and didn’t ask a single question, but that’s something he could learn over time.

But what really blew her away, she thought, was that Mr. Blohm happened to love the very same Prosecco she did.

He had impeccable taste in Prosecco — her favorite one, of all things!

Surely, this couldn’t all be coincidence.
She thought — what is meant to fall to you, will find its way to you.

And then, of course, there was that unforgettable scene —
his turtleneck cashmere outfit and Regina’s red spaghetti-strap summer dress.
The picture flashed in her mind again, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

Mr. Blohm — divorced, no children, just the right age. Not as old as some of her previous boyfriends and already living in the same building.

Who could ask for more, Regina thought?
All of this crossed her mind.

The Story That Couldn’t Wait

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Regina arrived in Puttgarden, just a 45- minute drive from Hamburg, a small village on the island of Fehmarn in Schleswig-Holstein, northern Germany.
The village is best known for its ferry port — part of the so-called Vogelfluglinie (“Bird Flight Line”), the direct connection between Germany and Denmark.

The ferry ride from Puttgarden to Rødby takes about one hour.
Regina left her car at the terminal and boarded the ferry.

In Rødby, her friend Evelyn was already waiting for her. Together, they continued in Evelyn’s car to Marielyst, a route Evelyn knew by heart — it takes about 45 minutes, and she had been making this same trip every year.

Evelyn loved Marielyst — a charming seaside town famous for its 20-kilometer-long sandy beach along the Baltic Sea.The Baltic is much calmer than the North Sea, where the island of Sylt lies.

Regina was amazed by the beauty and tranquility of the landscape and couldn’t wait to tell Evelyn everything about her neighbor — Mr. Blohm.

Evelyn had already lit the place beautifully. The fireplace was burning, and the warm glow filled the cozy living room. Outside, it was already dark and cold.
Evleyn hugged her friend and said with a smile:

Evelyn:
“Wonderful that you’re here! Finally, it worked out! I’ve always wanted to show you Denmark — I’ve been coming here for years. I know you love Italy and Miami,” she laughed, “but Denmark has its own magic too — especially Marielyst, with its long, calm beaches.
I’m so looking forward to spending the weekend with you here.
Did you enjoy the drive?”

But Regina barely heard her. She only wanted to share the Mr. Blohm story with Evelyn and hear what she had to say about it.

Regina:
“I have to tell you something!”

Evelyn:
“Oh, that sounds promising,” she said, laughing.

Regina:
“You know, I told you about my strange neighbor, Mr. Blohm — the one with the silver Mercedes who always parks in my space? The one with the karaoke machine? Well, he lost his car keys last night when I came back from Berlin and suddenly stood in front of me in the middle of the night — wearing a white bathrobe, barefoot, and holding a golf club because he thought I was a gang trying to steal his car!”

Anyway — that night he invited me into his condo, and you won’t believe this — he offered me my favorite Prosecco! Can you imagine? He said it’s his favorite too, and that it’s hard to find. We ended up drinking it together in his apartment, which, by the way, is very nicely decorated.

And if he had stayed in that white bathrobe when I came to his condo, I swear, Evelyn — I probably would have slept with him! He looked so hot, even though he’s not my type at all. But in that white bathrobe… wow. But unfortunately, he changed.

“And today… he gave me a CD he made especially for me — for my trip to Denmark.”

Somehow, Regina couldn’t stop herself — the whole Mr. Blohm story just came pouring out.

She took a short pause, smiled mischievously, and added,
“And guess what the first song was?”

Evelyn, who could never resist a joke, raised an eyebrow:
“Sex Bomb by Tom Jones?”

Regina burst out laughing.
“No! You won’t believe it — it was It Had to Be You by Frank Sinatra!”

“Wow! Are you sure there was nothing between the two of you — not even a kiss?”

Regina shook her head in disbelief.
“Evelyn! Of course not. We still call each other Mrs. Martin and Mr. Blohm! Not even Regina and Claus— we’re still completely formal!
That’s what makes it even more unbelievable. I actually turned him down once when he offered to switch from Mr. Blohm to Claus and from Mrs. Martin to Regina.”

Regina:
“But it really seems like he’s totally in love with me — he recorded this CD especially and only for me!
Can you imagine? Who does that these days?
The other songs are all by Luis Miguel — that amazing Mexican singer with the golden voice. Hardly anyone in Germany even knows him! It looks like Mr. Blohm has a soft spot for Latin passion. And that song ‘It Had to Be You’ says it all, right, Evelyn?
And he even invited me again — next time he wants to cook for me.”

Evelyn’s eyes softened. It had been such a long time since she had seen Regina talk so enthusiastically about a man. For too long, her friend had been sad and hadn’t found anyone as fascinating as Mr. Blohm seemed to be. The fireplace filled the room with a warm, peaceful glow, and Evelyn noticed how Regina’s blue eyes shimmered — even more glamorous than usual.

Evelyn:
“Regina, I’ll tell you something. Anything that takes you further away from Paul is a good thing.
And everything you say about this Mr. Blohm sounds very, very interesting — and I can see it in your eyes, you’re hooked.”

Regina:
“No, I’m not hooked at all, Evelyn. Mr. Blohm is just very strange and different, that’s all. And as you know, I broke up with Paul before I even met Mr. Blohm — there’s no way back to Paul. I don’t need another man to close that chapter.
This has nothing to do with Mr. Blohm. He’s my neighbor, and he’s someone I can’t really read yet — and honestly, he’s not my type at all, as you know — far from my usual Latino style.” She laughed softly.

Regina continued:
“But Mr. Blohm is full of surprises, and he’s interesting, that is what I like, and  I also like his smile — he has such a cute one.
Even a Latino isn’t as exciting as Mr. Blohm, I have to admit Evelyn.”

Evelyn:
“Well, there you go! You know what happens when you go just by appearances — it’s never really turned out to be the right one for you. So maybe it’s time for something new, a little change from your usual type! Just give something different a chance!
Regina, did you already thank Mr. Blohm for the CD?”

Regina was a little puzzled by Evelyn’s question — she truly hadn’t thought of that.
Regina:
“No.”

Evelyn:
“Then if I were you — I’d do it.”

Regina hesitated. She wasn’t sure… What should I even write?
Thank you for the CD, Mr. Blohm?

After a short silence, she looked at Evelyn and said:
Regina:
“You’re so right. I’ll send him a thank you text message.”

Evelyn:
“That’s a very good idea — and it’s the polite thing to do!”

It took Regina almost an hour to write those few lines. She kept deleting and rewriting, unsure of every word. She didn’t want Mr. Blohm to think she was interested in him — she just wanted to sound natural.
Evelyn had already approved fifty versions, but Regina still wasn’t satisfied. Finally, she took a deep breath, pressed “send,” and handed the phone back to Evelyn.

The message read:

Good evening, Mr. Blohm,
Thank you so much for this special CD. I truly enjoyed the music on my way to Denmark and was very happy that you let me share a part of your music taste. I hope you are doing fine and that you’re having a wonderful weekend.
Your neighbor,
Mrs. Martin

The two friends sat together in front of the fireplace, drinking a few glasses of their favorite Prosecco — Regina had brought at least six bottles with her from Germany. On a women's weekend, you can never have too much of this fantastic Prosecco.

They talked and laughed about all the different men they had met over the years, and both had to admit that Mr. Blohm was… somehow very different — with all his little “emergencies.” There was something truly special about him, and he handled everything with remarkable composure.

Waiting and Wondering

Still, Regina kept glancing at her phone, unable to believe that Mr. Blohm hadn’t replied yet.

Regina:
“He still hasn’t answered Evelyn.”

Evelyn looked at her with a gentle smile.
Evelyn:
“Regina, he’ll write back for sure. You just sent the message twenty minutes ago — and it’s Saturday night!”

Regina:
“Yes, and what’s that supposed to mean? Do you think he’s with another woman?”

Evelyn raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Evelyn:
“No, Regina — and keep in mind, you’re not even a couple. You still call each other Mr. Blohm and Mrs. Martin! Maybe he just turned off his phone, like you sometimes do. Don’t drive yourself crazy. He’ll write back, I’m sure of it.”

Regina:
“If he really wants me, Evelyn, he wouldn’t turn his phone off. He’d be waiting to hear from me. I only turn off my phone when I don’t want to hear from people — like Paul, for example. If Mr. Blohm really wanted to hear from me, he’d leave his phone on. Don’t you think?”

Evelyn just shook her head, smiling softly.
Evelyn:
“Come on, let’s go to bed. Tomorrow, you’ll see — there’ll be a message from Mr. Blohm.”

Regina couldn’t really fall asleep. All she wanted was a message from Mr. Blohm.
She found the whole situation strange — at first, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and now he wasn’t reaching out at all.
Somewhere between those thoughts, Regina finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she woke up — and of course, the first thing she did was check her phone.
And there it was: “One new message!”

It was 2005, and back then, when you received a text message, all you saw was a little cute envelope — but not who it was from.
Sometimes Regina wished those days would come back; it was so exciting to open that tiny envelope and find out who the message was from — and that made it even more thrilling.

Regina opened the envelope — and if you want to find out whether it was really from Mr. Blohm, stay tuned for the next episode of Mrs. Martin and Mr. Blohm.

Episode 17 will be released next Sunday — and as always, make sure to have plenty of SYLTBAR with you, because things are about to get even more controversial 🥂✨