Daisy Ray x CAMPUSatelier

“When spring began, suddenly there was a little guardhouse by the watersport track. Sometimes I heard sounds coming from there. Twice I saw a somewhat oddly dressed young woman at work; it seemed like she was writing songs or playing music. At first, I thought she was a street musician who had settled there. ‘Everyone has the right to a roof over their head,’ I said then. But the lady and the little house started asking more and more questions, you could also exchange CDs there and messages were spread. I shared my favorite artist and my favorite song with the little house. There was also talk of a pancake cart and a parade. I am curious about what will happen on May 17, a kind of folk festival through the city, to which the little house also seems to contribute, as I saw on a poster.”