New York City

The bus heads over the bridge at 59 Street and I take a last look back. High silhouettes of buildings are towering back on the horizon, through which the last rays of the sun pass. Nostalgia and sadness suddenly engulf me. I am leaving the city, which for a certain time became my home. A city that pulsates with its endless energy, and which doesn’t allow you even a moment to breathe. It totally drains you, but also endlessly inspires you. Every day I lived in it intensly, every hour, every minute…