there are few food items more essential to slovak life than apples in autumn. this mini-series combines Robert Frost's "After Apple-Picking" with scenes from western, central, and eastern europe that juxtapose tourist excess and local lack.

"For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired."


“Essence of winter sleep is on the night…
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight.” 

"I got from looking through a pane of glass….
And held against the world of hoary grass." 

“There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, 

Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall."

“For all 

That struck the earth, 

No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, 

Went surely to the cider-apple heap 

As of no worth.”

"One can see what will trouble 

This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. 

Were he not gone, 

The woodchuck could say whether it's like his 

Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, 

Or just some human sleep... 

But I am done with apple-picking now."