Picture: Judith Fraune
Rain forest. Green, green, green, everything is so green that you can hardly look your fill. Loud chirping of crickets. Gardens. Fertility. Affectionate people. Lost Souls. Loneliness. Cheerfulness. Sadness. Fog. People behind bars. A lot of Space. Crying. Shouting. Whispering. Silence. Patients in shirts and jumpers discarded by the Bielefeld police. Singing. Prayers. Homemade tea, served veeery sweetly. Five dogs reminding of the five friends by Enid Blyton. A small, beautiful, sad place on a mountain in the middle of the rain forest. Is this the end of the world? Or the beginning?