A love letter to Marconi
The journey has come to an end. I don’t know what to say about it all so here is a collection of intimate moments that stand out in my mind.
When the afternoon sun shines down the stairs while you’re pounding schnitzels. Knowing who’s coming down the stairs by the sound of their footsteps (Mattieu).
When you prop the door open while rolling gnocchi and a beautiful breeze blows the fucking flour everywhere.
The jewels of sweat on the windows when it’s 30 below outside.
I consider myself very lucky to have been a small part of this very special place. Thanks for having me Mehdi and Molly.
Not sure what we’re going to do without this place❤️
In the quivering forest
Where the shivering dog rests
Our good grandfather
Built a wooden nest
And the river got frozen
And the home got snowed in
And a yellow moon glowed bright
‘Til the morning light
Terrible am I, child?
Even if you don’t mind
