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I discovered the appeal of old cemeteries one day, when I studied at the Academy. I
was so fascinated, that I forgot time and had in darkness to climb over the wall back,
as the ports were already closed. When I showed the next morning my pile of drawings
to my professor, he thought I had become insane. But since that time I was caught by
the view of old tombstones, graveyard angels, bushes and trees. Where ever I came I
looked for old cemeteries and enjoyed the melancholy and peaceful mood they gave off
to me. The well cared parts in their contest of vanity were not so interesting, I preferred
the more neglected overgrown parts, where nature was taking back the terrain.
