As much as I enjoy travel I’ve always longed for the possibility of living in the ancient times from old photographs.
I felt to be more a part of that older reality from the beginnings or mid 20th century than a member of the society we live in now, with its brilliant innovations as well as extensive bureaucracy.
I’ve always wanted to travel in time and experience first hand the freedoms our grandparents enjoyed. My nostalgic feelings covered any miseries and limitations of that life back then like a clean tablecloth.
More and more, however, I see today in the world I live in and the places I visit is how much freedom and beauty is still left at our disposal.
What does the trick for me is my imagination that seems to have gone to sleep soon after I became and adult. It’s waking up covered in dust and faded a bit but still colourful and agile.