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Love Story


The exhibition opening has just finished. The hall is full of people. I have only been working here for a couple of months and I am a little nervous because I know almost no one. I smile and create the impression that I am calm and right where I should be.

The building is new and white. Marble ceilings and walls, half of the property has huge windows facing the ocean. Beautiful and a little sinister. I have never enjoyed feeling so bare and somehow the centre of attention. These places, however, make you feel exactly like that.

I speak with people, I show them around the paintings. One dips me in a red and yellow mood. Time is getting on. I transfer from the inner hall to the one that is overhanging the water. My road passes through an internal glass bridge. Here it is almost empty.