Posted on April 8th, 2015
In the mornings when the light is still crisp, I walk to work. There are many different routes I can pick, some take longer than others, but all of them allow for spontaneous detours. They lead me to the most picturesque parts of this city, where later in the day and on weekends the tourists will roam. But in the early hours I have them mostly to myself. Sometimes I spot some early birds, camera and travel guide in hand, or others like me on their way to work or university. In the morning I can pretend to be many things, an explorer, a photographer or maybe just a tourist in my own hometown, and when I sit at my desk, facing the tasks for the day, I can always already look back on those little experiences and silent encounters.