A DREAM CAME TRUE
It was raining heavily that night in 1989 when I left the Biennale building, I saw a man at the entrance with a raincoat and hood asking the doorman, for a taxi. I asked if I could help. I saw he had a Biennale badge, he told me he wanted to go to his hotel, I lived on the same street as the hotel and offer him a ride. He gets into the car silently and remains that way until the hotel. He thanks me for the ride, I tell him my name, and he said I am Frank