NY, 2014.
A city like NY has no mercy with slow wonderers. You have to walk with a productive purpose while only the concrete remains still and contemplative.
The Mediterranean is what shaped my eyes and my soul. My home and prison. I'll never escape from the sea, wherever I go to I'll feel it's call. No matter how far I am or how many borders keep me apart from it my soul will always find its way back. Back to the sea.
First time at the foot of those giants is always breathtaking. How did we manage to develop the capacity to build concrete titans and why? It seems surreal.
