Yesterday I was in a restaurant here in Goslar (Germany), and a little girl, the daughter of the proprietor, was playing near my table. She's a sweet little darling, and she looked at me with big questioning eyes, wondering who I was. I took a stone from my bag - I love stones and carry some with me all the time - and gave it to her, telling her it was from Spain. She was so fascinated by this ordinary little stone, you can't imagine. She showed it to all the people in the restaurant. Something extraordinary had enriched her life. The stone was nothing, but it was everything to her. A miracle. That's what art is for me.