that i woke up startled by fragments of a dream in which one character in my life appears without much ceremony and with the remembrance of the feel of his body against mine has absolutely nothing to do with either the architecture of Renzo Piano or the art of Paul Klee.
the Zentrum Paul Klee opens its doors to the public today for the first time in Berne, the forever forgotten capital of Switzerland that also forgot good old Paul a lot of times until he was rather dead.
