Hosna Darvishi Hosna Darvishi Henning Bohl Henning Bohl My hands which are calm and patient, and the only window which belongs to me. I ask for a slice of the sky and call it by my name. This portion of place resides inside me. Then I feel my face disappearing with bright blue dreams at the end of room, covered with shadow. Container 2022-12-13T17:58:21.592Z 2016/17 Wintersemester winter term 2016/17