As I recollect the day we took those photos, I know there was something striking about it. I am not quite sure what exactly it was, whether it was a palpable event, just a ludicrous idea or both mingled together. In any case my mind started spinning much like the many windmills we were surrounded by, initially just a bit…
Sometimes, as snow is fluttering, painting hundreds, thousands of quadrant meters into a dazzling shade of white, I start wondering what we, all of us, who simultaneously observe the spectacle from the very edges of our windows, have in common. What is it which drives us uniformly? Does something like that exist, anyway? Memories? Habits? Traits? Non, of this. Well,…