Assistens Cemetery which is located aprox 1000 m from where I live, is an old sanctuary, my sanctuary. When storms raged outside, I walked in an old time warp between life and death. When I greeted HC, I remembered that everything is a tale and after one tale there will always be another. Walking the same route over and over reminded me of discipline. Sometimes you have to go through many sketches to reach your goal and the sketch is part of your work. I learned that the path I walk should be mine and only mine. And with this in mind I now stand more fragile and stronger in front of a threshold. I remember who I am.