| In the twilight, seen from the garden, it looks like a
ship which is rushing forward out of the dream-blue nothingness
carrying sparkling ladies and dark, gallant men of film star stature
who waltz
with burning passion in the crystal-lit salons without sweating. |
| If you only look at the low, white bed-room part with the
small windows, you think of the Mediterranean, and for an instant
you are sitting with your back against a sun-warm wall breathing in the
exciting
aromas of the air |
| If, however, you look at the house in the
glaring Danish December light and in a completely sober state, well,
then
it looks like one of those modern churches right in the middle of the
brown-knolled,
newly developed field in Hedensted near Vejle. |