Leiden – Delft
He understood life better than others. His delicate grey coat, buttoned-up neatly, his pointy nose and sharp eyes registering everything. His curls were not quite pulled down by gravity yet. In every story, he would be the main character. He could do things others can’t, he noticed things others didn’t and he looked straight into the camera. His type was easy to estimate, he was the cunning, intelligent man with a complex backstory. He got up and walked to the exit, a bounce in his tred. He shook his hair out of his face, almost in slow motion. The doors closed right behind him. Abruptly he was pulled back – his backpack stuck between the door! As his face flushes, my image shatters.