4.Yet with being guided to the back of the house the journey my new friend gifted me with didn't come to an end. "Through this!", she mumbled in a voice which wasn't quite hers. After having surpassed a total of 20 centimeters vertically the spring inducing smell of fresh red roses lined up ready to tingle my nose.

We found ourselves surrounded by the mighty nature of a garden left alone for good. Who would have imagined that the previous owner of that old majestic house preferred to spend their nights in a cozy hut in the wild fitting nothing more than a double sized bed and, an oven ... and a piano?!