1981 I went to kindergarten. Aunt Ann, who ran this kindergarten, had survived forced labour in a coal mine.
1984 The story of one of my first projects.
Time travelling in the Uranus neighbourhood.
Remember the pearl in the desert. It had better been left covered by sand.
A picture from 1982.
‘What do you want to be, when you grow up?’
Cracks in the sky
The fig tree is not old, because it always starts anew.