beehive

 Yesterday in Passau, Morath and Giacommetti, "Magnum" photography and swiss drawings. Two exhibitions of pictures that affected the way in which people see the world. Giacometti was a sculptor, but his drawings were what was principally shown in Passau. It was a very well made show.

Yesterday there was time to visit the collector of African art as well. He is a man lost in his eccentricity, he is having a hard time of it. Still, he has a vast collection of artifacts, so many that it becomes confusing to tell them apart, the eye becomes blinded from one splendour to the next.

The journey home was strange, the train was packed and yet the front carriage upstairs was empty. It was second class, it was not as if everyone was avoiding expensive fares. The bottom floor of the carriage was filled with Black people, all not really typical of the local population. There can only be guesses as to why the top floor was empty.

This morning it was a long sleep, the neighbour's cursing causes an awakening.

Wash the train journey down the drain with yesterdays dust.

The daily breakfast and the daily news. The news is sparse, there is less reporting on a Saturday. It is improbable that less happens.

Take the exhibition flyer with the Morath photo of the two bookkeepers downstairs and give it to the tenant bookkeeper. She is amused at the picture of the two young women at their desks, their hair done up in the fashionable beehive hairstyle of the times.