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Summary I describe the church that was hidden in the 17th century home and the collection of modern art hiding in its small rooms today, the intimacy of stark pictures in contrast with and fitting into the old grandeur and secrecy. Then the two women meeting under the yellow neon halo, their gift of listening and asking precisely those questions that make the other light up and their joint memories of an inspiring man who is famous for chairing brainstorm sessions of thinkers and prestigeous specialists. In his proximity, no one loses time with boasting and ego and everyone gives his best. He grew up in a family where everyone discussed everything at all times. You were expected to have an opinion of your own and not having an opinion was unacceptable. You had to have one. Preferably a different one. |