on the first day after we arrived in denmark some kind of new ritual was established. every day i left the house very early in the morning with the two boys still sleeping and drove to a nearby village in order to fetch some bread and sweet cakes for breakfast. i knew i had some hours left till my friends would wake up, so i thought of little trips along the coast i could go for in the meantime. one of them brought me to a plantation of pines not far away from where we lived.
i remember it rained a little bit and i had to put on my boots before i went for a walk. as soon as i stepped into the forest it was absolutely silent. i just felt the rain on my face and my eyes couldn't stop sucking in all images around me. white moss and violet heather, crippled trees, mushrooms, young maple shoots, thick tree roots, sand and beach grass. and me in the middle.