Another day in the museum.

The family where I was substitute father last year came to visit me. See also here.

First the children were a bit hesitant, but then they appeared to accept me as substitute father.

I would like to be a substitute son, a substitute artwork, a substitute Mensch, in other words a substitute.

Before they left the mother handed me a drawing the oldest child (Ronja) had made for me. I will hang it up in the museum.