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When Klavier was a child, his brother often took him to visit exhibitions in museums in Germany. Kristoph loved strolling through museums, gazing at paintings and sculptures. His parents had given him the task to look after Klavier, and so Klavier also had spent lots of his childhood in museums and exhibitions.
He stopped visiting them when his brother opened his law firm and Klavier focused on becoming a prosecutor.
He was standing in front of a painting. A big painting, bright and colorful, but it also made him feel melancholic. Being in a museum again, after so many years, without his older brother accompanying him and telling him everything about the paintings and statues felt strange.
And lonely.
Klavier sighed and turned his head to the side. He saw a blonde woman, walking right in his direction. She didn’t look around, like a visitor. She moved between the exhibitions as if she knew their positions in her sleep. She must be a member of the stuff.
“Entschuldigung”, his voice was firm, but not too loud when he spoke to her, “Can you tell me what that painting is called?”
