Im Leben ohne Heimat
im Tode ohne Grab.
In life no home
In death no grave
...and I still miss you. But I see your smile when I look in the mirror. Anne, with her father is out in the boat Riding the water Riding…
The story of my father & me transformed into choreography
The albums on my mother's shelves are full of family photographs. But also other things. A starling with a crooked beak. A day of hoarfrost and…