How to get to a city? An as yet unknown night. To take the first steps over the runway, then hear the muffled voices in the arrivals hall. Hands reaching out to us, the bus waiting for us, the light from the city on the horizon, bright orange, sleepy yellowish. The song that is sung about the city: The city was made from the people's soul / from their wine, their sweat, bread and jasmine / But how does she taste now? / She tastes of fire and smoke… 

photo 1-26We drive into the long, dark tunnels, we see the first houses, balconies covered with striped fabric, renovated facades, cracked facades, ruins. No one sleeps. The bus driver and his wife smile, reach us strong and. . .

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