text: In the big Flatlant in Hungary there is a magical area where the farmers life used to be… Nowdays some young people (couples, families) try to get it back to life, but somewhere the farm buildings are totally abandoned.
  The Borka Farm’s last owner died a lot of years ago. From then the roof’s come off, his very well organized bills and letters are wet from the rain and the furnitures are grown by mold – his memory will be eaten by the nature. The farm on the next door is already unrecognizable.
  We built from some items found a lonely environment near to the Borka Farm in a dry lake’s bottom, where the presence easily become as shadow.