During one of bike rides around Quebec I have „met” a bridge – beautiful construction. As I was driving through, it seemed to me, that it changes the form; folding up like an accordion it dragged detached pieces of land together. Once they were close enough, I could step over on the other side of the river. When I turned around construction pushed the other shore of the river away. Described situation is not physically real one. However it is not just imagination. It concerns a description of what I have perceived. Later I realized, that experience with „folding bridge“ describes another event from my life.