I get off the plane and enter the country … through the airport liquor store?

For many this appears to be no detour but a destination. No one wants to see my passport. I silently salute Schengen and take the train to the city.

Under a grey sky …

… the lights come on early, …

… well before the days work is done.

Night hits in the evening…

… and my twisted instinct …

… drives me indoors.

I wonder what its like to make it through Winter in such a dark world.