Notes from the road

I am in Warsaw again and it feels surreal. With the BVG (Berlin’s public transport company) on strike, I was left with no choice but to take a cab to the airport. I’d never done it before - take a cab to an airport, and it felt like in a movie. Weird. A bit off brand for me, you know? Maybe it was a matter of an early hour - 6am (ghastly!) that it all seemed as if I was attending not participating? The taxi driver spoke on the phone for the whole drive, and I was just in awe for a person who could hold a 30-minute conversation so early in the morning.

I saw a couple not allowed to board their plane because it was full already. They cried. Have you seen anything like this? Not crying but an overbooked plane? Fun fact, it is so rare to have all passengers present for their flight that airlines always sell more tickets. I learned that from Model Thinking at Coursera 15 years ago.

I’m in Warsaw. Polish rings everywhere and my brain fires up with its melody like Berlin with fireworks on the New Year’s Eve. After all, we are held captive by our first languages, aren’t we?

We should talk about photography at some point. Have you watched Atomic Blonde? In one scene, the main character is being interrogated. Her boss asks her about Berlin to which she replies: „Berlin? … Fuck”. And I have a similar impression of photography. Photography? Fuck. Past life much and yet. And yet. We need to talk about photography, maybe next week?

This newsletter is sponsored by lack of sleep (not bragging, just stating a fact). Next week’s issue will be much more interesting. Pinky promise.

Thank you for reading and take care!

Wiktoria

Ps. This week in the music corner, Jon Batiste plays with Beethoven.

https://open.spotify.com/album/3eXr4s3rCLxNJpxqaIDyqJ?si=ESP_yfgGRSWUhw5HSKt0Qw