trying to remember

Too many things waiting in need to be forgotten.

a bed in motion

This foot is neither disturbed nor trying to kick anything. It has been laying there a long night, shaking-The last wagon shakes too much- on a small bed, with clean sheets which an old fat guy prepares with army style. The night was long, woke up too many times, moved a lot to comfort. But it is ok, the foot it is neither disturbed nor kicking anything; it has just waken up in a bed, in motion, in the train, on the way to Ankara. Few minutes left to see grandma.

leftovers

After the flea market people were collecting the leftovers. Although I do it as a job, collecting and collecting pieces of cities, nice to have everybody doing the same thing with me for a while. This is one of the leftovers -of leftovers- of Brussels.

leaving berlin

On the way to the airport, I was waiting for the train in Steptower where I’ve shot this photo. I was watching the people on the other side of the railway. My side was empty. Later on a boy appeared. He sat near me. He was dressed up in black leather and many shiny piercings. I sneezed, loudly. He said something in German… Do German people say something like god bless you?

Anyway, I remembered the old lady who came near me while I was shooting in that park in Münich. She gave me a chocolate and walked away very slowly.

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Red green and blue. What I see from my window in istanbul.