Annemarie stood in an art gallery in Geneva. The paintings were of a style that had been swiftly swept under the rug in Germany and much of Europe as a whole after Germany won the Weltkriegs of the 20th Century and became the center of the new world.
But here in Switzerland so called "modern art" survived and was in fact the primary style displayed in certain halls like this one.
The painting in front of Annemarie was, from her own personal sensibilities a horrid mess, one that lacked the foundations of perspective and shading. But to the locals it was considered a "poignant deconstruction of traditional hierarchy."
It was a load of nonsense… The so called "painting" was completely abstract, without any relation to a single legible theme. The onlookers simply projected their own ideological upon it.
It required her utmost strength not to sigh and shake her head in disdain. Because she knew that would immediately blow her cover.
