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On various occasions between 2005 and 2007, I spent some time driving around with Greta M., an friend of mine. We drove around Belgium and Northern Germany: she wanted to take me to what she said were her 'special places' - spots right in the middle of nowhere with just 'landscape' all around, some derelict industrial site, a railway station... whatever! Each time, she would tell me how she connected to those places, what kind of feelings and thoughts were spontaneously coming up inside of her. Sometimes, she would stop in the middle of a story, and that would be it! Often following her directions - or should I say 'instructions' - I would take a number of photographs. I also made notes. Then I let it all rest for a while. On a later occasion, we sat down together and looked at some prints. Greta made a selection. Next to the pictures, I had written down 'in my own language' the essence of what she had been telling me during our wanderings. She read through my texts. I wanted her to comment on them - did they somehow reflect her feelings? - bud she didn't. Why, I don't know. I didn't ask.
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