10 May 2012
I held my breath that time. Dared hardly to even look up. Would the vision be gone if I blinked? I had come such a long way for this.
As I stepped closer my heart beat faster. Almost alone in the room I felt like Robert Langdon in the Davinci code. Should I kneel down to greet this queens image?
There in a room in Berlin I finally met Nefertiti's gaze and the soft wings of history swept a wind through my soul. If she had looked anything like this portrait she must have been spellbinding.
I did not kneel to amuse the three others in the room but I did lower my head. "My queen. I am honoured to meet you. "
The Moment I Dreamed Of • Opuss № I