I dreamed that I was traveling. It was abroad. Italy maybe: »I step on the bus, already a flurry feeling in the stomach. I don‘t have a ticket. I sit down next to a young lady. She‘s good looking. Two minutes later a controller steps in. My heart starts beating fast, I feel panic. I grub in my wallet, as if I‘m looking for my ticket. The controller comes closer. All kinds of little papers in my hand fall to the ground. In desperation I ask the young lady besides me for a ticket. She smiles and gives me one of her green tickets - what an enchanting encounter. Time is standing still. I feel caressed and nourished.«
How was it going In Rome? Did you dodge the fair there, too? And how did it happen that you did your latest work there?
Yes, I have to admit: I didn‘t pay for a lot of tickets. But I was lucky they didn‘t catch me. I was there for a week. It all started out with a very personal story: The idea was to go to Rome to see my girlfriend for few days. But then the moment before I took off from Germany I got a call from her where she asked me not to come. But I decided to take the plane anyway. It felt that moment easier to go forward into something unpredictable, than to stay paralyzed where I was. »I have my camera with me, I will take pictures, that‘s what I can do.« I told myself. (...)
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