There used to be a small wagon between the red wagon and the spot where my future wagon will be. We call it “the suitcase.” A few days ago we moved it to another part of the wagenplatz.
Where did all that space come from? The suitcase is small, three meters, tops, yet now, now! I look around and my eyes fill with the garden that will, in a couple of months, have taken the suitcase’s place.