Last week, Julius and the Intern were on vacation in Normandie - far away from Berlin, from work, and from Warschauer Straße - in sanctuary!
There, the summer was coming to an end; the tourists had gone home, school was in session again for children, whose parents were back at work. In the air, there was the nostalgic vibe of vacation’s end and autumn’s arrival. When the sun dared to come out, giving the evening the golden glare of an indian summer, Julius took advantage of the nearly-deserted beach.
Passing the sand through his hands is hypnotising…
…but not as much so as the incessant rocking of the waves.
We could have stayed here forever!