On a beautiful day in May Shephard and van Alebeek decided to travel to Grunewald, a forest, or maybe a very big park in the west of Berlin, close to the river Havel.

Untrackable by a GPS-system, only to be found after meeting the locals, surrounded by a wall and accessable through a wooden door, here lies a tiny graveyard.

It looks like a garden of an english cottage.

It looks like the setting of a ghost story.

It is the resting place for a lot of stories, many of them untold.