The wind in that door curtain by alza
My fondest memory is being there with someone who was not from there either. Our amazement was great.He's like Che Guevara for me, pure and passionate, caring, fiery and mad, independent and attaching, no words could describe such a man! I am glad to know him... and to understand things better than I used to. Our time for understanding always comes along. Keep your heart open, let it be touched. Have love! :-)
Here's a pic of a house with a flying curtain, on Burano. It reminds me of the wonderful freedom we shared.