So now that’s how I find myself amidst the residents of Marchtrenk,
in the middle of an unusually warm spring, governmental noise interferences,
a special city history, and a silence that diametrically opposes itself to all that.
- Only if one deliberately ignores the persistent sounds of the main road and the railway line.
Marchtrenk is my hometown in the North of Austria. It is built on the
grounds of a concentration camp for prisoners of war dating back to WW1.
I was visiting Austria when the countywide lockdown due to the Covid-19 epidemic
was announced there. As a consequence I saw myself forced to move back in
with my parents for the first time in 15 years.