I got to know her better during that hot summer. The hottest summer we ever spent together. Strolling, cooking, dancing, riding bikes and regularly inhaling the city while lying on the grass by the river. The city's tissue belonged to us. But this girl's tissue was more like porcelain. We understood it just after that car accident. The bruise was all that she could remember. I made the photo of her pale skin. On that day we felt extremely free.
featured in romka # 6, 2011