An island and there a place, surrounded by mountains and water. A place of safety or of isolation, not dissimilar to an uterus. Birth did not happend yet and there is only one entry to the world. Everybody of us is doing what seems important. We play tarock as well, because we are at the mercy of our destiny.
"Was interessiert mich der Schiffbruch der Welt, ich weiß allein von meiner seligen Insel" Hölderlin.
