Text I have sat by the fence of the opencast mine of Jnschwalde on a Friday afternoon alone in a deserted place with a mixture of awe and anxiety A few weeks earlier the mining machines have stopped The place has indeed surfaced to consciousness after ye

I have sat by the fence of the open-cast mine of Jänschwalde on a Friday afternoon, alone in a deserted place, with a mixture of awe and anxiety. A few weeks earlier, the mining machines have stopped. The place has indeed surfaced to consciousness - after years of struggle, activists made their way to partially stop it. But the retrieving of already mined matters continue, so as the energy production; just as the vast residual land, a picture of years of eroded, sedimented, sorted unconsciousness remains.