Synopsis: The storyteller recollects an event from childhood surrounding the terror times ten of looking into a yellow bicycle handle hanging on the dead branch of a bush. Incomprehensible fear is the training ground for trusting intuition and listen to it! Listen to it!T he language is fast, often funny and bites a bit at the flowing river of Styx as a brick wall between worlds that becomes so thin ‘the thing beneath the thing pokes through in places singing joy from the ceiling or screaming dark from the cellar.’