Lupe Ficara

For a brief moment with a friend we had a garden with a small chalet, the ‘jardins ouvriers’ were called in France.
It was in a small town in Brandenburg, on a double lake, very charming.
The absolutely flat countryside of Brandenburg, interrupted by very few hills, I suspect all artificial, with this impossible earth made of sand, wheat and cows.
Mists the same as from the Po Valley: every time I crossed the Brandenburger countryside to get to the little village, It seemed to me to smell the smell of laundry and fog on my grandmother’s apron in the Po Valley.