The passage of time during the pandemic has grown to become mycharacter. The
world froze, together with the camera on my balcony. I'm watching a shard of the
world in a frame and a unique slice of time we have all found ourselves in. I listen
intently to abrupt silence. But life that has slowed down continues under my balcony.
New characters are moving along like on the stage. I'm asking people questions I
cannot answer myself - what will come next?
