Enrico Carpi
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32,5 km of bridge are protecting the Netherlands from flooding, connecting North Holland to the re- gion called Friesland. Once I crossed the dam I found myself in a place where time seemed to have another value and life’s rhythm proceeded in harmony with nature.
Desirous to have a better understanding of the country where I have been living for the past two ye- ars, and seeking encounters with its habitants, I let the road guide me through new horizons and the stranger’s stories.
The countryside and its infinite flat lands, the smell of the soil, the fog, the sea, farmers, and fisher- men, eventually reminded me of atmosphere where I grew up.
Sometimes we set off in search of different landscapes, experiences, encounters, ending up finding settings that curiously remind us of home.
This time comes from west
It’s not cold but induce fear
It reminds me of waves,
I hear the trees, from the first till the last in line Like a wave
Then a pause.
Here it comes once again, but this time from further away.
I imagine the cars of the highway
That I’ve tried to hitch all day
A thunder
I fall into a deep sleep.