Last weekend we were in Nuremberg. What a wonderful city.
Among other things, we walked along the city walls, past, next to, over and under a multitude of bridges that cross the Pegritz river.
The photos I leave here do not do justice to what was under one of the bridges. Protected from prying eyes by a small fortress of plants and flowers, in the space under the bridge, so clean you could eat off the floor, is a kind of shed.
Perfectly organised, at best 2×2 m2, the interior spotless, with two bunk beds made and perfect.
A couple of stoves, some plates and cups.
A pair of trainers, neatly left outside by the front door.
And the accompanying questions: What is this? Who lives here? Is it from the city council, to help the homeless, or...?
Inevitably, Atax, the trollka from one of my recent short stories, Atax's Search, came to mind, as some troll species traditionally live under bridges. And when I saw this place so clean, so tidy, where you could see the care someone had taken to look after their home, I thought that's what Atax's house would be like if it didn't have to hide from the Ordinaries, from humans.