I’m walking through trees and brushes and yet, this is New York City. I can hear cars honking but they are out of my sight. Cab drivers are probably driving fast under my feet, under this bridge, but I’m above, closer to the sky. This place is wild, I can’t... Read More
Somehow I feel this connection with Roma people. Maybe it’s because they are not afraid of shouting out loud their differences to a society that try to conform every culture, people and country to the same thing. Maybe it’s their little interest in modernity and any new form of development.... Read More
Silence What is it for me. Silence is the absence of noise. Not the absence of noise on the hearing level. It is the absence of mind’s noise. An inner quality of being, a quality of energy. Something that can be identified as the «calling». Silence is not outside, nor... Read More