It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
Countless times people inhaled in this room.
In silence and eyes closed you can imagine,
the thoughts that they have when sitting down,
staring outside through the windows in this house.
This is a picture of Paul and Johanna Woxeng, the people that lived here till the 1950s. This picture is taken around 1920.
This is a picture of the same window taken today