Portraying melancholy through famous places as I tend to do, take a look at Prague’s Charles Bridge the way I saw it.

Wash the sins of this city, building by building, wash it all away.

The very thing that leads me down, leads them up.

Seemingly together yet distanced like strangers.

Imperfect, unsymmetrical, neglected in so many ways. Yet, so full of character for the same reasons above.

Soul clenching, sinking, vaporizing, obscuring, rigidifying, darkening, suffocating and killing. Unless… Unless.

We might’ve, and I mean you and I, have peeked through the opening between the same set of branches, but trust me when I say, we didn’t see it the same.

Lonely in the presence of people, lonely with her red soul in a world of black, living through times which don’t make as much sense as before. Took the next tram and disappeared back to her own reality, and left me thinking.

Which way will you go?

Is there a feeling or a thought you are trying to avoid? Imagine yourself in the back of this tram, climbing the hill, away from the town, and deal with that thing you are avoiding. Make sure none is left by the time you go back down!

Beautifully preserved, 65 years old DeSoto Firedome 1956. Now busy marrying off Warszawa couples.

A night painted life on four wheels, and don’t mind the balloons.

Perfect versus imperfect, still undeniably red.

Finding beauty in the dance of two unsynchronized gates, bodies and souls. Loving life as one big imprecise chaos, and you will find a way to sync.

Cramped up in the littlest corners we can find, living the city life, as if we want to be unseen for ever and ever. But I see you.

Who will the metro take away now?

Almost every night-out ended in this very place, and we waited for the 657N or the famous 12 to take us back to Ligota. Then we took it one last time and never returned.

or unless?