Writing about my travels, encounters and anything that inspires me.
A few shots of a well treasured place for me, Barcelona.
It’s been a few days spent in the sun already, and thankfully time has passed by slowly. Or at least, slower than usual.
22.12.14
4 am: I’m sitting here, in the airport hall ‘Zone B’.
I looked at the bright yellow sign over and over again: ‘Zone B’.
It’s dead silent, and the only other few souls around also came alone.