We passed the small road where we went on our way to Pisa. After about one kilometer into the direction of Pisa we stopped at the road, where a man was selling fresh fruits off the back of his truck. We took two pieces of every type of fruit because they looked so fresh and delicious. Back at home we found out that all fruits were rotten from inside. So our dessert consisted of a Styrian apple which we´d found in the box where we´d put in our food for the journey, the Saturday before.
oil on canvaswrapped woodden framen, edges painted