I am walking down the street, returning home after a rehersal. A red inscription painted on a fence enfolding a construction site catches my eye. “Good bye baby doll”, it says. The next day I take the same route. I throw a glance… The writing is still there. It starts to work within me. On the third day I am already lookng forward to catch a view of it. It is mine. It is to me. From now on I do not stop thinking about it. I make a snap decision: Yes, the dolly must go away… Let’s see what she will leave behind.