Some weeks ago I found a booklet in the mail and immediatly when I saw it I had to sing! First I wasn´t sure if I sing in tongues cause the letter came fom a french lady in Japan but then I saw the sheets of old german music called "The power of singing" and the fragments describe the travelling from a farwell to brothers to the door of the loved lady. And the middle sheet moans : "bloody quarrel, bloody quarrel...."
So the mood oscillate from hopeful breakup to struggle, but everything seem to be made with effordless hand. Some sheets of a travelling guide and an old manual leads you through this wonderful foreign landscape and leaves you at the end speechless. Thank you very much Marie!