My friend Naseera passed away during one period of the lockdown. I did not know this, and she had bought a few small drawings previously, even though she did not have so much money. When I went to Berlin to her old flat, to try to get in contact, there was nothing left but distance from those she had known or curiosity, so this piece came through, and I want the person who buys it to celebrate friendship. She lies in a pauper's grave.