The street winds its way through the hills on the banks of the lake Zêzere. The sun occasionally peeps through the leaves of the eucalyptus forest that smell like essential oils from the rain. Beyond the last curve in the road, the view opens up to the horizon: rolling hills and the blue lake glittering in the sun. During the day it is this postcard idyll that leaves a lasting impression, at night it is the silence. When it gets dark, the stars shine so bright and clear, that the Milky Way looks like a sparkling ribbon racing across the sky. The quietness is penetrating, only sometimes there is a cat meowing, voices in the distance or the sound of the small waves gurgling against the bow of a fishing boat, on its way home.