Sunday afternoon: door of reasonably elegant apartment building opens and what looks like a miniature dachshund emerges holding a black and white floppy stuffed animal of some sort in its mouth, followed by a reasonably elegant managerial looking gentleman, appx 60, dressed like a banker even on Sunday, who checks to make sure the door is closed. The dog has already trotted about ten meters down the sidewalk, then stops and turns, the way dogs do, to allow the gentleman to catch up. image: Irma Blank, Spazio 9.
