On my morning walk I met the old man from the next village. He didn’t look good. This, he said, is the end of my flagpole, everybody has to go and now my time has come. And he waved goodbye and went away. Will I see him again? Daily Painting about an old man and his dog 6 April 2010, 7:53 Ohne Titel (Alter Mann und Hund), Aquarell, 17 x 24 cm
