Seven years ago, wandering through the streets of Crete, I thought I saw a lot of my grandmas and grandpas; they were so close to us with their pink clear skins and beady blue eyes...

I was caught by Pieter Bruegel's painting once again while writing Carnivalesque; remember "there was a life before death" once (see Mozaik, my old group!). In the carnival of that painting -as it is in life- everything is so close together, within each other: people throttling each other and making love, hopping like mad and dozing off, eating and throwing up, skipping rope and weeping and chasing cats all on the same canvas...