06/Lördag 02.2010



I've always dreamt of having a hiding place, a door under my bed, a secret portal.
My little boy has one, under his bed. This week he showed me his portal and let me go inside.
It was like entering a new worl. We sat there, under his bed, for hours. Talking about the future, robots and the past. About dreams and visions. He told me he wants to be an inventor.
- What would you invent?
- A bed that's making itself.

Today a beutiful person gave me a secret room. He says it's located in Düsseldorf, somewhere. But that doesn't matter. We're there all the time anyway. It's called our secret room and he says that no-one else, in the whole world, knows we're there when we're there.

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