“Heart thundering, the slender man spun and dashed to The Poor Poet, clipped the wire on which it hung with his pliers, ripped it off the wall, and ran. He passed through the climate barrier as the alarm blared. He flew up the stairs, through the foyer, wove around the crowd of people clogging the entrance as they waited to get in, crashed through the emergency exit, the painting under his arm, and sprinted to the car.”
Ulay vertelt over die keer dat hij het schilderij The Poor Poet van Carl Spitzweg wegsnaaide uit de Neue Nationalgalerie in Berlijn en het dezelfde dag weer terug gaf.
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