THE STORY OF A YOUNG SWALLOW LOST IN MY STILL SLEEPING HOUSE.
SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. JUST THE NIGHT WINDOW OPEN. A SOUND. I WAKE UP. A YOUNG SWALLOW FLIES AROUND AND HIDES IN THE STUDY BEHIND THE CURTAINS. I LOOK FOR MY CAMERA. AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS:
The feeling of imprisonment or the flight to freedom. Being a prisoner or on its way to freedom outdoors? Or how the young swallow shows its feathery confusion. And finally the sublime victory of sitting outside on the handle of the open window! Superiority of being.
