<em>Hawaiian Cape, 18th century; pueo feathers tied on netting... Lei Hulu (feather lei), Hawaiian Islands, 19th century... Kapa Kilohana (Bark Cloth), Hawaii, 19th century...</em><br/><br/>Her eyes were scanning the colourful objects, one after the other, without understanding the meaning of letters placed under these treasures prepared for the eager looks of a future audience. Then when the next artwork came...<em>Akua Kaʻai (stick image), late 18th-early 19th century</em>, it couldn't avoid her grab, ten very excited fingers folded around the wooden sculpture, ready to make their own discoveries, the monster-like figure leaving its well deserved place and peacefully descending from the stand, in front of the scenery of bamboo walls and large hand-painted materials. They say every exhibition has its own life, now it seemed to be especially true for this one...<br/><br/>"<em>Lara!</em>" The middle aged woman, the only woman and the one who was wearing jeans and T-shirt amongst the few other people there -elegant appearance plus expressions of upset horror- rushed there and quickly quit this strange, slow maiden's attempts to explore their quality work in her own way.<br/>"Lara dearest, you remember what I've told you about touching things without permission?.. We don't act like that, right?..."<br/>From that pure face and pair of deep blue eyes she only got a soft smile and a long, confused gaze - but what she got from her superiors was hard to forget for the rest of the day.<br/>"Wait a minute!<em>You</em>dragged me in on<em>Sunday</em>, while I planned to take my niece to a trip between the mountains, to tell me that tomorrow, instead of a commonly beloved and highly respected professor some hippy writer's gonna open my exhibition, only because he spent something like a year there, dangling his feet in seawater?! Nonsense!"<br/>Helena tried to stand for her right till the very end, her chestnut brown curls dancing around her oval face as her loud words echoed in the hall... but truth was by the time she arrived there - it was all decided, question was not a question anymore.<br/><br/>"It's always men making decisions above your head!" - she hissed as they were escaping from this artistic hell, dashing hand in hand back to the jeep.<br/>Only that another pure outburst of a child's love was able to make her day again, once they got inside the car and she felt Lara's embracing arms around herself again, the same brownish tones of their hairs mingling, only one was straight while the other curling cheerfully.<br/>"Club of bastards!" Helena added and sighed, rubbing this eighteen year old back, before she made the engine start and mopped a wandering teardrop from her cheek...<br/>