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
Walking in the night, on the sandy streets of Măgura to go to the monastery, at the time of the climax of the ceremony of the Orthodox Easter. Alex explains briefly his religion to me. We arrive Sfanta Treime where … 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