The lost and found. The wandering around. Tracing the tales from afar or the tales to be found right here. Stumbling upon. Wondering. The everyday common things and all the unexpected moments between. In the meanwhile while waiting. For stories to appear or time to disappear. One can wonder once again, if that actually was the case, or completely based upon an imagined account. Like unconscious treasure hunts. Among one and many places. The green is where the gold is. Or out of the blue. While having monologues with a horse. Hiding between silence & sound. Findings along the road. Tomma rum. Ways of going home.