In my bike travels I used to carry a bunch of postcards with random images. The stack served me in million ways, as for example to communicate when I ran out of words in the local language. Among the pictures there was the "Castle" by Rene Magritte.

In a small remote Georgian village I was invited by the people - as so often in this amazing country. People were curious, especially the kids - what in the world a woman on a bike would do in this place where were people, not speaking about foreigners, are extremely rare guests? We spent time chatting and telling stories, until the moment when women started cooking (and being a guest I was not be allowed to help). I found myself surrounded by kids. After having told everything we could to each other, I pulled out my postcards.

Children and youngesters were giggling with delight while looking at the pictures. One small girl looking at Magritte's "Castle" asked me with amazement:

- "Have you been there?"

I was tempted to say "YES".