"Over the bridge, through the high grass, live three men. One old, two young.
They wear mud coloured hats and hunt for birds in their garden, which reaches from the forest edge all the way down to the river.
One half of the river belongs to them, the other half to us. There is an invisible line drawn through the water."
~~~~~~~~~~~~ With dreamlike illustrations and short stories the author hazily remembers fantasies of her early childhood.
