The last ride


I remember my first day in Wroclaw, fifteen days ago. I was almost run over by the tram on the same time as I was amazed by how cheap it was to ride with it. About thirty euro cent per half an hour for students, the double for non-students.

I’m thinking back on the people I’ve met, friends I’ve made, the amazing people I have lived with and all I’ve learned about opera. All I’ve learned about Poland. Wroclaw. It’s one of the most fascinating places I have been to.

I came here to make a photographic portrait of the gay-culture in Wroclaw, something that would say something about Poland and about the world in general. I don’t think I actually succeeded. But I did succeed in making portraits of individuals, showing who they really are; no different at all, in a country where they are very different.

Now, I am going back home. And it feels good.


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