What's on in Andorra? You a skiing man? Always made efforts to skip Andorra on my way to Barcelona. Now, the countryside (North Spain to be shamefully generic) on the other side of Andorra does have some appeal for me lately, despite the rain and the grumpy farmers. It seems so quiet. Almost giving hope one might be able to disappear and even forget about oneself.

I had to dislike Picasso thoroughly, naturally, considering the narcissist (and commercial man) he pretty much is. But then two things happened in May. I found myself in front of a Picasso, hanging low, shoved into a dark corner, almost knocking it off the wall (a temporary spot in preparation for a massive renovation of the museum) and it talked to me. Then a month later, I happened to stumble upon a documentary - by Krabbé of all people, so somewhat staged and theatrical, and of interest therefore as one man worshipping another man - which spoke to me again. And in my effort to try and figure out the role men can ever have in SAVING this planet I did my very best to take a very fresh approach to Picasso (how much more stereotypical male can you get?) and I ended up bowing in respect to the driving force I found behind him - which has its limits in the person, but is astounding as an overall impulse.

When I was excluded from all further negotiations about MY garden fences on the grounds that I was a woman (they started arranging men's only meetings, can you believe it?) I really did think of calling Meester Visser. There was little more I felt I could do than consider it all an entertaining, ludicrous show.