About 200 meters away, a print lay on the ground; the glass was dirty, the frame was cheap, and it was repulsive. I walked past it twice, and an hour later, I bought it for 10 euros. I thought, better a print than nothing for my new apartment (assuming I can even get one as a homeless person). When I got home (with emergency accommodation), I immediately went to the toilet and thought: I'll never get rid of this reputation: Barbad Farahani only has copies, forgeries, and well-painted prints. I'm hanging it up here. Nice feeling. Anyone who's spent an hour here knows why he put this chemistry on paper. Financial status: 29 euros, June 16, 12 teeth need replacing, finding an apartment, and the fact that at 50: shit happens.