Sometimes she wants more hats.
Wearing a hat is a kind of magic .
That's what she learned as a young woman ...
Since she had had many hats .
And magic and smile ...
The times are gone and much has happened.
She could not keep their hats .
With them, lost a bit of their magic.
Sometimes she has metaphysical dreams.
A red-haired angel with a colorful poncho
and a hat comes out of the blue.
Sits down on her roof
and calls through her window a wakeup .
Tensioning a rope of light from the church tower
to the chimney of the old dilapidated factory.
Then she goes out dancing and when she
recognizes the angel
it is the old woman from the small town of
which there has always been
the most colorful of all
the gray citizens with their practical sense
they hats wear only because of the cold time ...
Some have called she an old witch
but the young woman has always known
that she was an angel , this old woman ...
Now she has come back with all their gaiety.
And they dance and a fairy appears
and says she has a wish.
Because she wants more hats
and she knows now the magic returns
in the gray of the day in this small town ...
Written and photographed by Mascha