Stories from Baouan: 'Art Cellar'
Back then I made a little side money writing reviews for a newspaper, and it goes without saying that when, one morning, I came across an invitation in my mailbox from a befriended, by lineage abundantly well-to-do artist-cinematographer who was commencing to make himself a name in various artistic circles, asking me to come over to his mansion where he had himself a small, private home theater installed, to watch a movie in select company, I didn't hesitate for the blink of an eye to accept. Assuming it concerned a preview of his latest work and anxiously looking forward to the result, I arrived (for the main part of the route I had taken a train out of town, subsequently I covered the last stretch along various country lanes by foot under a bright afternoon sun) on the designated date a little before the specified time on site. At the end of the in beige-colored gravel coated, lengthy driveway that, coming from the street-side fence, ended in a minor roundabout, behind which the ...