Galagas was full to capacity with spectators, although the invitations to the exhibition had been exclusive - very exclusive! Everywhere waiters could be seen hurrying around with trays full of champagne glasses.

The six huge glassed-in halls on the fifteenth floor of the Cavalier Hotel were filled with seductive women and smiling men enjoying the shattering of their expectations.

It had nothing to do with the micro-nature cliché that had come with the brochures and invitations, but it was a life. A latent life that moved from photograph to photograph, and that was capable of absorbing all the attention of the public in those magnificent spaces of one hundred and fifty by one hundred and eighty centimeters.

The congratulations to the artist had been pouring in since early in the evening, and the reviews promised to be flattering. The auction had not yet been authorized, and the rumor among those present already announced that large sums would be involved in the bidding to acquire some