When my friends were playing in the sandpit, I was hanging around in graveyards and as a student, I would hitchhike around Great Britain and France to spend the night in abandoned mansions and haunted castles.

Another mortal witness, beholding moonlight spots sneak over gardens and walls, trying to lick dusk out of rooms, inviting all kinds of ‘old folks’ visible yet unseen, dressed in lights and noises and all that.