I have a specific itinerary that I use to walk every day. There is a path that stretches along the Lech river, with the small hobby gardens and cabins, known as Kleingärten in German, placed along the way. I first walk by those small gardens, and then walk back by the path along the river. On the way, on the opposite side of the small gardens, there is a three-storied big, white house with traditional windows; green wooden shutters, horizontal slats, giving the house an elegant look.

Though whenever I pass by this house, it almost feels like no one lives there. It doesn’t look abandoned by all means, no, not the slightest sign of it; it’s well looked after, clean, maintained, and everything that someone who cares for their house would do. But I see no one in its garden, in its porch, nor in the house.

Only sign of life there is that there's always a white car parked in front of it. I wonder how life looks like inside that house.