Who would guess, looking at the current Schokland, surrounded by countless fields, what it has gone through?
The advance of time brings incalculable changes that erase traces, yet leave History’s flavor in the air. A deep melody starts from the low range, then quickly rises and tells its story openly. Notes' heights and durations are stretched and bent to give the past space to express itself, living wittily with the catastrophe. The urgency makes itself felt, with pressing rythmes. Though these are solved, they come back in a different color only a fraction of time later, and need to be dealt with again and again. The piece ends with the return of the resigned optimistically melancholic feeling of those who manage to make the most of this never resting world.