Well, just an ordinary exhibition. Nicely arranged. That's all. Everything is where it should be. And results in nothing. No hidden meanings. That's good. Nothing makes no troubles - something does. Thanks to the venue. Thanks to the museum. One day, of course not now, near the end, I will try to compose something of my books. Of all my books. To check what can be composed of them, what part of The Great Jigsaw. Oh, what a ferocious, painstaking, exhausting, murderous puzzle it will be! Not like this one which was easy and so very pleasant.