Exhibit

- Good morning. Coffeе, please.

- Short or long?

- A strong one.

In Amsterdam, if you order a “strong” coffee you are offered some other stuff. I admire more other civilization benefits. For example, "Pliska". "The Wonderful World of Pliska cognac" – as my teacher and friend Lubo Prahov used to say. This was an allusion to Dragan Tenev’s book " The wonderful world of Art". There is no Pliska in the Netherlands and roaming in the morning ice fog I have to carry a small bottle of whiskey to warm myself up.

- Ah! - I see on the shelf behind the girl a small, flat, pocket size bottle of Pliska.

- Could you pass me that Pliska, please.

A puzzled look - it’s only 8 o'clock in the morning

- Who was the poet who said that his best lived time was when he was walking with a volume of Shakespeare in one pocket of his raincoat and a bottle of whiskey in the other? – the girl raises her glance.

The coffee is ready and she puts it on the counter. It is not the same as with Byron. Byron used to walk with two guns – one in a pocket. A poet and a knight, I understand him.

It is cold outside, it is February. The planks of the bench in front of the shop are frozen, I sit down and pour myself some brandy in the coffee. Some exhibits pass by. They do not look at me at all – they are heading to their place at the exhibition.

Long long time, so long ago you hardly believe that it existed, due to my cognitive passion and conceptual frustration, I came across a text of Lenin. Dated 1917. It was just the beginning. The edition was from 1923. Old. Yellowed pages. Authentic. You should only drink water from the source ... So there, the Chief of the Revolution indicates the enemy. "The real enemy, he says, does not wear military boots and a rifle. He is a grey man in a suit, shirt and tie and passes by on the street the same time every day. He goes to a desk in an office. And there, with everything he writes, says and does, he revives exactly that past the revolution must demolish. " A great king! Conceptually he is perfect! It gives you shivers, doesn‘t it?

So…I will tell you some other time about the Museum. It is still morning. I pour myself some more Pliska in the coffee.