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Peer Gynt Morning (Grieg)
Javier (thoughts)
September 13, late evening
I open the door of the room we call “the depot” and I enter first. Selva Del Castillo and Donomarenko are behind me. The place looks like Ali Baba’s cave after it has been already emptied of its biggest pieces. No less than sixty-two small size objects will find buyers tomorrow. And also a new value.
Elan Donomarenko doesn’t think about money. On board, he’s a musician. And the heir of Chris Donomarenko, the main shareholder of our cruise company. Right now, he’s giving us a lecture.
“These invaluable artworks will write a new chapter in their history, they will take on a new glow when other eyes caress them, in search of their mystic, giving a patina to their beauty…”
Every time I hear Elan bugling that kind o
