Someone might wonder, why to be attached to one in such way I am?
I guess the answer is: The city is like me. I found my home there. Not playing sleek and shiny outside. Getting off what it is there, both good and bad.
Broken and alive - the more broken the more alive.
"So poor and so worn of...
So intimate and fine at the same time.
The athmospehere on the streets when the sun is setting...
People and life on the streets after a long warm day."