Avacas Corge / Cyprus /14.08.2020
We are walking in the scorching sun to see a wonder of nature. The sun is melting my brain. Every few hundred metres we stop and pour water on our heads from the remainder of a stream trickling nearby. The water evaporates with the remains of my brain. Only 5 km more and we will see the canyon. This is what the returning tourists say. A moment of doubt and then a resolution. We walk. If they were able to get there and back, so can we. After 500 meters there’s something. A crack in the rocks with water under our feet and no sky. Shade. And the cool. The sun can’t reach us. What a relief. Dozens of tourists hiding in the canyon must have felt the same. We struggle between the rocks and through a cloudy stream to see the hanging rock. The big boulder, like a symbol, hangs above us. Either the rock is blocking the narrowing walls of the canyon, or the walls of the canyon have caught the falling boulder. The effect is the same. The boulder hangs over our heads. Instead of the sky.
Paris / France / 03.02.2020
The sky above Paris seems different. As if there is more of it. It must be the Parisian blue. Or perhaps it’s just my imagination. It’s probably a longing for the disappearing Paris.
Each photograph used during the journey stops being luggage, changes its destiny, takes on a new life. It creates a unique travel sack with a story in the background. Always just one. One shot, one sack. Luggage (no excess)