On WarschauerStraße bridge in Berlin. Those summer nights when I got off the U1 and went to Friedrichshein, doesn’t matter why, I just had to go, for whatever, I stood up on the bridge and looked to the train tracks, … Read More
It was around 18.30 of the evening of April 17 when I was leaving the asphalted streets of Zărnești to go into the narrow and sloppy sand path, surrounded by trees and rocks, going up, thinking: “where the fuck is … Read More
