and immediately saw the building that housed
Study and Creativity. Built in the nineteen forties,
with an attempt to make it more interesting using
protruding bricks. Presumably a former union
building. The idea I had about the organisation
was based on the range of courses they offered.
But maybe I'd gotten on the wrong track by:
sculpture, bridge, gardening, meditation.
After having passed the porter, I opened a
pair of swinging doors, and stood in ... yeah ...
what was it? A mix of a bar and a cafeteria.
I thought the people were mostly dropouts and
pensioners. I found it not too early for a pastis
and ordered one at the bar. Now I had to forget
that I was a journalist. Don't start questioning
the bartender. Rather talk about the weather ...
or better ... I looked out the window and said,
look there ... Why? said the mustache behind the
bar. That tumbleweed over there, I said. He wasn't
interested at all. Beh ... just some weed.
