It’s like almost all is lost.  Yet still they are here – abandoned bungalows, an artificial lake, dirty  plastic bottles, lost donkeys and stray dogs, draining pipes running over  fields of salt, deserted factories, statues of revolutionaries, concrete  playgrounds covered with weeds, rotten fruit, folded T-shirts, pop songs,  decades of forgetting, a single room with a blue tent inside.  And it felt like a kiss.

All the Cities of the North

Jonasz studies insects and fishes, Signe leaves and herbs. After a day spent in gardens and libraries, they meet, take the train and leave the city, pitching their tent on the shores of a lake. As they read, eat fruit, wander the forest and swim in the cold water, the outside world feels further and further away. A stranger appears and a trio is formed. But there are also other trios, other lakes, different places, different times.