I look out of my window, over some kind of ditch to the sea: Grey and blue colours, and very little green.

In the twilight I see big white plastic - bags near the shore, moving slowly. Mistake: The sacks are sheep, big and woolen, strolling around - Achill Island! I open my window and hear loud noises, typical highway-noises. What a mistake again: The noises are made by the waves, breakig at the shore. Illusions and delusions - I'm on Achill Island, situated in the very West of Europe.