Grieg Boulevard

A little witch wants most of all—milk porridge and a kind, caring dad. In an unremarkable shop on the main street, a good fairy fulfills wishes. At the turn into the courtyards there’s a bench of reconciliation, and on Grieg Boulevard, in the evenings, a cello or a saxophone plays—awakening the most important memories. Every city has magic. The main thing is to be able to see it.