For weeks now I haven't been able to make sense of one big advertisement that I see all over town. There are two women, one on each side of the picture -- a brunette on the left and the face of a blonde woman on the right. Both are wearing dark red lipstick, the brunette's face is just an outline, she has no eyes, while the blonde is looking to the right, and in between their faces there is a series of objects and lines, not easy to make sense of, perhaps not even meant to stand for anything in particular. For weeks I've meant to get a copy of that placard.

Saturday evening, rushing to a gathering at a friend's apartment I walk by an art gallery and looking at me from the inside is the face like the blonde woman's, surrounded by brown hair this time, raised eyebrow. It is not exactly the one on the placard, but a painting very much alike, in some respect even more interesting, sitting on the wall among many, looking to the right, looking out of this place she's been in for who knows how long, light green eyes and wonderful lips, curious and aloof, enigmatic, still simple and content, and also furious at the same time.

Sunday afternoon I see the advertisement again. This time I go close to inspect it and I find the name of the painter and also that the painting is called Encounters and the placard is one big shopping center's odd tribute to children, and the painting is the work of a Hungarian artist.

Sunday night he drives me to the gallery and we have a look at the painting from the car. He says he finds it somewhat surrealistic, but he likes the colours.