Sophia leafs through my flipbooks. One of them is Woman on a Barstool. I can see that she is fascinated. I pluck up all my courage and ask her. She says that she takes my request as a compliment but needs time to think. She is aiming for a career in politics, a photo like that might not exactly help. Later that evening she sends me a text message. “Hello Volker, in case you still want to make a flipbook of me, we can do it. Goodnight, Sophia.”