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My boots crunched on the frozen ground, it was the only sound in this icy, seemingly lifeless landscape. I stopped. Now it was eerily silent...

For a reportage, I had laboriously dragged the Californian object artist's fantasy fish to the beach and placed it there on a wobbly pedestal right at the edge of the surf. Then it happened ...

With a powerful kick, the farmer's wife threw on the starter of her motorcycle, a second climbed onto the back seat with a fat chicken under her arm. I barely had time ...