art by Živilė

When I landed in Zurich, it was one of those hot July mornings that instantly puts you in holiday mode, ideally resulting in flip-flops on by the lake. But at the time I had a different goal. My sister met me at HB, Zurich’s central train station. She had her hand behind her back like a child. “For you,” she said joyfully, and gave me a gift bag. I laughed and took out a tiny canvas, a paintbrush, a tube of baby-pink acrylic and a little container of gold dust. “I was trying