Marie Šechtlová and Josef Šechtl: June: Bridge over railway station; 1960s.

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 e-mails!