A week as such, is just to embrace, I really think we were lucky and releaved by the positive status quo of today's research so wonderful done in England and in germany and the USA. Kites in the sky, a blue dark field with glimmering spots, slighty visible are there some children that scream and in the early evening run. The smell of meat, a fire place and the banners of smoke that enter the garden. Just now when we go outside and have dinner too. Melting flavors, a thin line, invisible and incomprehensible, two neighborhoods along the same street. The woman sits on her stone, immobile, covered in her colored fabrics, stares over the field. Often though her eyes closed. Endless rest, peaceful, no images. She seems old in age, vulnerable, eternal memories. She can't leave this place, for it is her's.