I was raised by this lake, and I obviously have so many memories linked to its power and my childhood tantrums. I’ve made love with it some many times, when nobody else was there, when there were only its unruly waves to calm me down. I’ve learnt what gratitude means, and being a lacustrine I’ve also appreciated the generosity of a watery hug. It’s true, It’s always been there, as a concept, as a scenario I look for when I’m away, as a mental structure: I need water around me. I need this constant idea of movement to remember how beautiful Life can be. When we decide to move on.