the freedom

t h e  f r e e d o m 

Many freedom fighters would meet in this large home, reclining on couches in rooms enveloped with our suede wallpapers. These freedom fighters would feed on wild edible flowers and delicately spiced foods from all over the world would fill the 20m marble banquet table: sugar cane from India, cumin from Ethiopia, sumac from Syria, olives from Greece, and fleshy homegrown fig.

A lyre would play in the background as our houseguests relaxed in our safe open spaces.

They would wear feathers and long skirts and would look back and smile before riding off on their Przewalski's horses at dusk.

Life is so deeply luxurious if we are privileged enough to exist without fear.