For two days in a row, the electric bell system in the house is broken; even from the next corner of our street you can clearly hear the enormous buzzing. Needles to say, how annoying the sound is, when being in the flat. After a while, it feels like you have to jump out of your skin. I am very glad our bedroom lies on the other side of the building, seperated by four doors from the old front gate. This way it was possible to get a good night sleep. As there have been no electricians or at least the maintance guy in sight though, I have spent the complete day in the Fishbowl, working carefully ear plugged. Covered by complete silence through the help of those little, orange foam pieces, I have managed to get suprisingly much done; spending highly concentrated and relaxed hours in the studio. Thankful for an obstacle turning to become a gift. Ones more, it is true that things are not how they look like, but how we see them.