Sidereal times
IN THE LAND OF MY CHILDHOOD

three things remained with us from paradise: the stars of the night, the flowers of the day and the childrens eyes

Dante Alighieri

It is like a journey into the land of our childhood: Trees have faces. A fairy plays with a mobile out of light balls. Fantastic stories are told under trees.A sleeping woman wakes up in front of a large shadow wall; her shadow begins to perform fantastic capers. At the wayside there are peep boxes, kaleidoscopes and light catchers. It’s a night of wondrous encounters and poetic moods to awaken a longing for a country where we all lived once – our childhood.

For three hours visitors can stroll through the park, see the ensuite performances and enjoy the light installations.