I went away with broken dreams, life had no view at all. This was a period of winter in a coming summer. This was one of these hard moments in life were you know you have to lock a door never to open it again. Brittany wonderful Brittany a passion of mine never really experienced in real life, would I be let down? In this dark period were I was inside my empty self something unexplainable started to fill we with my most cherished possession, creativity came in abondance. Me and Giil begun to work on his house, nurishing it to health and as we did so we became possessed by the power of creativity that we saw in the many worlds inside the house. What was happening had yet no name but this energy that would touch our hearths for ever would soon show itself to us. We had with us my camera and whenever we felt like shooting we did so, capturing like hunters without even wanting to hunt moments that were the result of this strange energy surounding us uniting our joy and fear into harmony. Then it came, the moment we knew deep inside that would arrive. It was the end of our time in Brittany and we were celebrating the anniversary of Mary the sister of Giil in the Ile grande, the night was enjoyable and we were all glad, we all had our hearts pure. Then the it decided to guide us out of the sumer house were we stayed to bring us in the darkness up to a sacred place upon a hill. There I was in perfect content and I closed my eyes. What I remember next was that Giil was doing strange noises waking me up. And then it introduced itself to us as I screamed out it’s name. Nagnú.

Vidi Fridbertsson.