Sundays have their own pace, as if someone tampered with the clock and slowed it down. I always wonder if it’s a testimony to Einstein’s theory of relativity.

For many years, we’ve had a dream. To one day live in a house, with a garden, near nature. At the time it felt impossible, as much as Agnes passing her driving license. Still, we decided to ‘just start’ by saving up whatever little we could.

This past year has forced everyone to be online way more than one can cope. We hope that this small sheet of paper, in an envelope, will take you away from the screen for a few moments, creating a mindful break.