Friday, July 27, 2012

My grandfathers old summerhouse

When I was a child I spend a lot of summers in my Grandfathers fantastic beautiful summerhouse in the north of Zealand in Denmark. Today Denis, Mika and I drove by this town and found the old house. The house is no longer in my family, but this place gave so many magic moments in my childhood. It must have been around 25 years since I been here last time. But the smell, the sound and the feeling was still the same. And another fantastic thing happened when we arrived here - we saw a big owl. Hope I will turn rich very soon, so I can buy this house back to the family. Because this house is divine, especially for me.

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