Calla

Haapsalu 1996

In 1999,  I took part  in the White  Lady  Festival in Haapsalu with an  outdoor  smithy.  There was a crowd around the hearth, but a woman caught my eye who had been watching me work for quite a while. Then, the woman  approached  me and said in a hushed voice:  "This is my grave!"  I  did not know what to think and, after a moment of silence, asked her to explain. She pointed to an iron flower on the ground and responded: "I have always known that there will be grass growing on my grave, but the calla blossom was missing." The calla blossom had to wait for the right owner quite a few years and I have never forged more of those, as the story of the lady of Haapsalu was too intriguing for me.

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