Marie Šechtlová and Josef
Šechtl: June: Bridge over railway station; 1960s.
Šechtlová and Josef Šechtl
The morning sun shines; the
malt house chimney is breathing smoke; and some uncle is riding his
motorbike to work. If only I had a time machine, and could
transport myself to this bridge. I would let the uncle pass, as
well as the old Skoda car, and only then would I return to read my