I am sitting in a hotel room on Murano, looking through my photos from the last weeks. In the room to my left Leander is asleep, in the room to my right Terje, Ingrid, Marius and Marta are playing cards.
Looking through the photos is like reading a travel memoir.
Looking through the photos is like standing in the middle of a sun flower field, taking selfies.
Looking through the photos is like living a dream, knowing that it is still there when you wake up.
