– Bern Holligen, a cold and wet February. There was Olivia, flanked by signs of gentrification, melting snow, and a fake peperoni. Facing this composition I did not yet know that I would spend the week faking cucumbers.
When we left, the vegetables stayed. Whereas the cucumbers ended up dispersed in mailboxes, coat pockets and squashed on the ground, the peperoni had conquered a dry, safe and prominent place: It remained in permanent exhibition at the local restaurant, on top of the fridge next to the bar.
Did I say that it was huge? And hollow? And golden?
*) Mirjam Bayerdörfer invited Olivia for the 29th Outside Sunday.