Crossing over into the Rose Valley on the Draubruecke was always magical to me. On this particular winter day, the whole landscape was sugar coated by a layer of frozen fog. To me my home region of Carinthia in southern Austria, bears mixed emotions. On the one side I'm in awe of the beautiful nature, that is so pleasing to the eye and on the other side, there are the suppressed emotions of the people that live there. A very subliminal feeling of claustrophobia always overcomes me when I am there. Something uncanny, that the fog laying over this region brings with it, the feelings that aren't outspoken, but kept inside. Why would you want to leave this beautiful place? But is it even real, or just a great deception?