ENTRY DESCRIPTION
For the first time in my life, we live on a higher floor, in a block. I love the view, as it changes depending on the weather, the pollution, and the day's events. Their job is something I could never do, my vertigo would not allow me. I wonder if they take the time to look inside each window they clean. I loved their artistic approach, as we exchanged a respectful, happy smile and we waved.

AUTHOR
After we moved to Japan and later on to China, I lost my ability to communicate. I lost my reading, talking, understanding skills when walking around in the overwhelming capital and had to discover new ways of analyzing what I see. I found that photography helped me talking about this city. It helped me express my fascination. It helped me overcome my hesitation to indulge myself into this city, which has an architecture so different from the old European cities I have been living in before, and yet shows it's beauty in small details. It helps to overcome the contradiction in living in the biggest city the world, sharing my space here with millions of others, yet feeling so safe and structured and peaceful. I think photography became my new means of communication.

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