”I dug the copy of my essay out of my duffel bag and gave it to Ginnie at Abendbrot. She smiled and put it in her handbag, promising to return it in...the morning.The concert that evening featured Václav Neumann conducting Shostakovich’s 7th Symphony – The Leningrad Symphony. The program talked at great length about the great suffering during the siege and the symphony’s first performance in besieged Leningrad. I found this interesting, given the German audience, some of whom probably served in. He answered with his usual smile and greeting and I wandered in, the house, now a little less Christmassy, yet his birthday cards were still on show for anyone to see. I sat down in the front room as he turned on the Playstation and he asked what I'd like to drink."Just a glass of water mate" I replied, grabbing my controller as he walked to the kitchen. I'd been at his house more than I have for the past few days, but never looked in detail at the furniture around me. I noticed a family. This is Ron, Mike and John. They all shook my hand as a man would shake a women’s hand, delicately. I must say Joe and Patti have some very handsome manly men as friends. They all looked like footballers, tall, strong and manly. Joe led us to the playroom downstairs and directly to the bar. He made Vodka Tonic’s that we sipped as we chatted, getting to know one another. Joe turned on the TV’s, one for each wall. A classy porno film was playing that featured both men and women in bisexual. At least she could maintain the dignity of bodily cleanliness, if nothing else. This was important to her and snide her feel better in spite of her hopeless situation.When she had finished her toilet, she returned to the large room and began to cautiously explore it. Last night she had been so upset emotionally and so filled with Martinis that she didn't really remember it clearly. She did remember the mural and all its details. How could she forget, she thought, the way Max had described it.