January 28th 2024
Lenin
Berlin is such a beautiful city, especially after the fall of the communist regime, that I am scarcely inspired to proceed further. Perhaps it is the case that I just found a second job here. Perhaps I will not be paid so well as in Zurich, but the living costs are also definitely cheaper. The streets are full with tourism and the former democratic republic has been so well romanticised that many of them would like the atmosphere of those years. For sure, as a tourist, or as a member of a foreigner delegation, it should have been a pleasant life. As much as that of an aristocracy during the middle ages. Served so well by a swarm of peasants who were kept poor for their own good. The King knew it well, as well as the members of the Politbüro, the only ones who were entitled to interpret Marx and enact his teachings. Even my teaching. Since I am a prophet for them, or the second member of the Holy Socialist Trinity. Marx is the Father, I am his son and the whole of the Politbüro is the Holy Spirit. The KGB are the angels who are coming into the factories punishing those who desire to live in a decadent and capitalist society. I hardly want to call it democracy. Only Germans look to be so strongly emoted by such a word. Even when they want to be a major political party, voted by the people, they claim to protect democracy. Frenchmen prefer to die and strike for the Republic. It makes much more sense. However, my continuous enquiries have allowed me to find out that my magic book is back in Zurich, in a place called Hirzel, in a museum.
The art dealer
The winter has not already reached its borders, the ones with springtime, that flowers and colours are blooming in this art market. Beginning with Heni, his time has released a great series signed by Damien Hirst. Although those are reproductions of actual paintings that the artist produced years ago, the result is worth collecting. As usual for the British publisher, it is a matter of time and orders can be issued till February 5th. Enough to reflect whether to open the wallet or the sake and make a small purchase, or investment. Without a job, it would be daring, but I can still try again to sell them just after the delivery. O keep them in the British vault, waiting for the right time to reverse the property to someone who really wants to enjoy the pleasure of the collection. The subject is a blooming garden and, even more, the colours of the flowers. Taken individually, a couple of pictures are not so original. With trees in the background making the composition so similar to a souvenir taken while visiting a park. Put all together, the series of eight is outstanding and it would be a pity not to indulge in their view. However Gerhard Richter has also released a new series of paintings. This time put on the market by a German gallery based in Berlin. Their cost is beyond my means, at least I think so, but the result is outstanding as for most of his works. Among these, there is also an interesting collage. Perhaps it will not be appreciated by the market, since the style is too different from the usual Richter.
The consultant
I have reached Horgen by train. It is a really gloomy day. Yesterday there was wind, it was raining, today it is foggy. The bus is just outside the railway station and in a few minutes. I should reach the museum in Hirzel. During the voyage, which was much less impressive than the adventurous expeditions of Captain Cook, I gave a look outside, spotting as many cranes in the construction yards as the number of cows hiding in the farms. If I will conclude a good bargain, I can party with an apfelsaft bought directly from one of the small producers. Since they also accept Twint, it should not be an issue if I don't have cash with me. The museum is luckily open and at the entrance a young woman smiles in my direction. She welcomes me in the most polite way, she is perhaps shy. I found out she is a first year student of Visual Cultures and Civilizations. A sort of Art History mixed with elements of ethnography. I am sure she must also be forced to learn how to despise the Western Masters of Renaissance at the advantage of some unknown sculpture from the Fiji Islands. The director of the museum is currently busy with an urgent phone call, but if I will be patient enough there ill be a chance to share with him a few minutes. The girl, since she is also somehow childish in her appearance, asks whether I want to give a look around. I go to the case where Heidi's book with a Lenin dedication is exposed. I realise not to have got a plan beyond getting it back, at any price or at any cost. What I will do with that afterwards is still undecided. According to my cousins in Rho, it should use the book to give life to Lenin's body.
