I remember ...

A long time ago, in my first and only travel for a day to Zurich, where I visited a modern art museum, a couple of private art galleries and a bookshop with DaDa material, i had two unforgettable experiences of love!

The second one was to see the swans coming towards me and sharing my bread while I had also some milk, as it was too early for going anywhere else at that early time of my train's arrival.

But although so early, after haing a quick shower in the station, coming out to the city, was coming towards me a smiling first meeting with Zurich. I was offered a glass of orange juice and a piece of cake made with semolina and almonds. I was so surprised but it put a smile in my face and a warm sense in my stomach. I gracefully received those wonderful offers, gien to me by a very kind person. He was a Buddhist monk. thin, gentle, in his coloured throw and he left again before I could think of anything else.

It is this moment that I remembered yesterday when I looked at the photos of the English version on line of Der Spiegel.

The photo that brought up this old emmory of Zurich was the photo of a civilian offering bread and water to a Buddhist monk. One monk among thousands waking peacefully and barefoot in the streets of Burma.

It is not too rhetoric to say that us artists, if we do not see the beauty of such movements, the kindness of expression of such pure souls, then we are not sensitive enough; then we are too hard to be creative artists.

We pray for their freedom, their democracy to come soon, and their material misery to be dealt with and efficiently!