Wrocław, Poland – April 2008
It’s been many years since I’ve experienced spring in the North. I’d forgotten how nature hesitates, in love with its own slumber. The innocent smell of unfurling buds. Sunrays seep through the residual damp that emanates from the earth. People mill about the old market square. Hesitant voices. Bewildered gazes. What is that thing in the sky?
Shop assistants and restaurant staff emerge from darkened doorways. They stand immobile. Faces upturned, eyes closed. Stubborn scowls soften into the slightest of smiles.