Thursday, 5 July 2012

We all moved out. My diary, filled up with notes and unfinished texts lays on the living room table. My sofa is covered with drawings, letters from children and many other things that we made together... I try to make sense out of all of it, understand what those years spent on the estate were about. It's not easy and I often feel confused and frustrated ... finding no answers ... or  at other times things seem just too obvious...

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