I am a visitor – a window in Tuscany
I am a visitor, by this window in Tuscany and more close in Varese. An old window in an old building from the pasted in a small village in northern Italy. Hence a village that is resting on rich farmland and green fields of olive trees. Built by our ancestors, who we do not know. Reflections of today and through out these windows. So much has happened here, so much that we can not see anymore. We are indeed visitors to someone we can never meet.
To time, we all humans are all alike, actually no matter who we are or where we are – in timespace and spacetime.