|In the twilight, seen from the garden,
it looks like a ship which is rushing forward out of the dream-blue nothingness
carrying sparkling ladies and dark, gallant men of film star stature who waltz
with burning passion in the crystal-lit salons without sweating.
|If you only look at the low, white bed-room
part with the small windows, you think of the Mediterranean, and for an instant
you are sitting with your back against a sun-warm wall breathing in the exciting
aromas of the air
|If, however, you look at the house in the
glaring Danish December light and in a completely sober state, well, then
it looks like one of those modern churches right in the middle of the brown-knolled,
newly developed field in Hedensted near Vejle.