The flame that is in the center of the photograph belongs to the day where in a ritual way the celebration of the existence of the lemon tree began, which had died that day or so I believed, some time later I knew or wanted to understand that the tree had died much earlier. “You have to burn it” I did that, I chopped it up, selected it and burned it, eleven nights. This photo was the first, Otto the dog saying goodbye to a friend of shade, shelter and entertainment and I watched as the fire dried the cut flush with the ground, so the root could begin to decompose, and thus, a new food was born. while Otto and I attended a funeral.