Protected by my Household Gods
My personal guardians come
from a small gallery in Lithuania. I saw them on an exhibition in Vilnius and
travelled some hours up country to meet the artist at her studio. A friend of a
friend agreed to take them along when he was going home. As he had not much
time I met him on a parking and ordered my taxi driver to look out for a green
Opel. He did not hide that he was worried. May be, he suspected me of smuggling
weapons or drugs.
Here they are looking at my mixture
of African necklace cum German dress cum Malaysian bag not to speak of
the belt from Guadaloupe where there is dancing everywhere.
I like to think that my gods
are looking benevolently. That’s what household gods are meant to, aren’t they?
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