As soon as I leave the hangar, I run into Zef. Man, what a character! Can I take a picture of you with your gems? Sure! He is barefoot, points out Martina who in the meantime has appeared out of nowhere and immediately disappears into thin air.

Listen Zef, is that huge stone you lean on so proudly your most beautiful rock?

No, I only have these little ones. That is from the neighbor’s stand. The mandarin is mine though.