What’s happening? What does this mean?… Questions and more questions that are now are going round my head. The taxi has stopped and I leave it straightaway.
With my purple notebook in my hands, I am in the museum looking everywhere waiting to see someone just in case, but nothing… I decide, intrigued and with my heart accelerated, to run up to the pyramid of the museum. I call Gerard but I don’t get a response.
What’s that?…
