BASEL.- A massive amount of water particles went back, invisibly and slowly, to where it came from – to the sky. Only rests of colors, dissolved paper and fragments of plaster and terracotta remained on the floor. The shelves and some tables were still in good shape, but most of the sculptures were broken or just vanished, because of the heavy rain. The roof was partially gone; its large wood bars fell down and crashed every single fragile object in the room, the whole studio looked like a destroyed temple of ceremonies after an earthquake. Years after the studio of Florencio Gelabert ‘dispersed’ in the earth of Havana City, someone offered me a drawing, which I immediately recognized as an original Gelabert. The drawing was a gentle charcoal study of a boy’s head. The head was smartly positioned in the corner of the paper and the boy with his careless expression seemed to look into the centre of the sheet. What really called