Somebody looking for a placement in glass making find something in a lost village, Nutaajärvi, where they blow glass since te 18th century. By chance, a very open minded traveller host her in the country side in a house full of ghosts and humour. Small coincindences lead me to spend a week end feeding mosquitoes there and enjoying to swim in a beautiful lake and in another one, but a poetic one. In the latter, the water was of a deep orange and swimming under the water lead to a orange hands appearing and disappearing. I also got some pride in driving a tractor and planting potatoes with the help of J. and T. 12.06.2011
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