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large and beautiful buildings, with the legendary triumphal arch Polygene in the

middle of it all.
“Look!" He says and suddenly stops. He releases her hand and points to a

place a little ahead where if the snow did not cover there would be a lawn.

“Imagine, right here they burned books off in the old days. Literature and
other works that didn’t suit the time”

He points to what is usually the lawn in front of the building that houses the

state's antique collection of art a beautiful giant building built in neoclassical
building style. Claire laughs sarcastically, and adds

“Yes, a bunch of idiots. They thought it was unsuitable. Think I did not
know that this is where they burned the books.”

"Yes, it was here, but they did it in several places. Foolishness on full

display. Can you see the parallelity to the situation we are in?"
“How so?” She answers and releases his hand to press the button on the

light signal before crossing the road that leads them to the other side of the

square. Gustav lets his hands fall down to the side and sends a long glance over
the square, before continuing with a sigh.

"It sounds far-fetched, but it's actually a bit like my situation with
paintings and art collection. I feel like they are an object of interest, they have an

interest in obtaining or possibly destroying it. I feel hunted. It is exactly like the

books, even the books that were kept, were locked in basements for no one to
read… sad!”

“Yes, I understand.” she says compassionately, before changing her tone

completely “But let’s have some fun before your art collection is out of the long
fingers of the German state.”

He nods appreciatively and says eagerly.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing Joseph Beuys’ exhibition, it's the
perfect diversion. You're simply brilliant at finding out what we should do,

especially on a day like this.”

"I do not know much about him as a person, but his writings is what I
have fallen for. I look forward to seeing it with you,” she answers.

Out in front of the art museum, Lenbachhaus, the characteristic yellow
lamps have been lit, the glow of the lamps can barely be felt as it is still bright but