“...We walked along the green corridor to the exit from the airport. The meeting room was almost empty. “Drawing the air…” I thought, “this might be interesting.” There may be some sense and meaning here, if, of course...” “Here she is, my Agnes,” Hans squeezed my elbow encouragingly. - Don't be afraid, she's good. Hehe. A creature in a shapeless chlamys was moving towards me. There was an expression of invincible sorrow on his face - exactly like an old horse being led to the slaughter. The creature's gaze was turned somewhere inward, like that of the girl with the letter from Vermeer's painting. Agnes van Rijn, without looking, put her hand out to me in greeting. It seems she would say hello to a chip machine with the same enthusiasm...”