No.614


A patchwork of seconds scattered across Albania, Greece, Turkey and Switzerland. A good opportunity for a Drag Queen from Greece to meet a Roma bride from Albania in the same space. Two trees, rooted and wind-battered, and some wire meshes deciding to break free.

The number 614 appears on a button, which, when pressed, calls my room.

A dormitory room, size of a 3x3 box,

surrounded by many others just like it,

and facing more of the same.

A space where many stories coexist.

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