| When
I was a child, I sometimes had to wait for my mother in the hospital where
she was working. There was a lounge for the doctors, with lockers, a conference
table, and on the walls a gallery of portraits of former doctors of the
hospital. One of these pictures caught my eye: a man with bold head and
a very accurately cut moustache and beard both in the shape of drops. At
home, I had a fake diamant in exactly this shape and size, and I could never
think of anything else than this man wearing diamants in his face. A real
old-fashioned patriarch, so to say. |
