A little sketch for the taxi driver.
Today, after more than a week, the city is slowly shaping itself in me. Although it's still a map made of loose ends that connect an indefinable space. The map contains some bridges, big apartment buildings; dirty street markets and glossy office towers. There are some dark alleyways, big monumental squares, and a park on a hill with flowers.
All these places in my head are like people on a cocktail party who cannot recognize each other yet. Only after some small talk and more drinks they find out they all live close to each other and become friends.
Last night I had to make a little sketch of the route to our hotel for the taxi driver. All it took for him to understand my destination was a few lines and dots. This city isn���t difficult to understand. A big river holds it right in the middle. a sketch for the taxi driver
a sketch for the taxi driver