Homes have lives, too: past glories, stories, secrets and certain energies that they retain and others they transmit. Visiting good friends in a small village in Germany, Wolfstein, I was shown around a fairly remarkable abandoned home.
High ceilings, dirty grey walls, spacious rooms, bathed in light, but also full of shadows and dark corners. It even included the only bomb shelter of the village which, mercifully, was never used.
Following World War II, a seamstress apparently took over this sulking, giant space (which explains mannequins left behind). Afterwards, another family lived here, until someone passed away and those left behind did not upkeep the home, abandoning it.
(
Which is where my friends, the couple that my wife 
Just like that, a home is raised from the dead—and a once neglected, sleeping beast stirs back to life...
This is an entry for 
