Memories

In these empty days I often recall the moment, I saw the statue.

I was following my tasks in Paris, I had to lurk in Louvre. And from the window I saw this lonely cold human shaped stone.

And I felt relatedness to this human shaped shadow. I took this picture, and I took many other pictures and I failed on that day. My target was gone. It was perhaps the most disastrous day in my life.

But somewhere in my inner world I have very weird feeling. This feeling says me, that I won. And that I was human beeing on that day. And it does my soul good…