ELLEN THE TALL ONE

Winter’s Eve,
My life here is packed away
The hour of departure is upon me
I’m overcome with reflection, emotion, serenely tearful
The fact I’m leaving is absolute, but surreal
I have been thinking
How once I’ve gone
Snow will fall
A white blanket will cover
Where I have discovered, explored
The footprints my curious feet did tread
Many final moments of mine have already been snowed on
Ending in a brief hailstorm before I left to the airport
Physical symbols of my departure
Closure of my Berlin chapter
SO LONG BERLIN

Grid of perspective

Photo: Moe Zoyari

“How sure are you about leaving?”

Photo: Moe Zoyari

“My New Years resolution for the past six years has been to learn Deutsch.”

Photo: Moe Zoyari

Rot Vs Blau

If I had the chance to be born again I’d live in the 70s with you

Beautiful minds

Sam perplexed by wollen mitten

I await our next rendezvous, in an exotic location

Dr Buck

Best and most beautiful roommate of all

Compassionate Sophie – birthday lady

Shadow projector puppets

Dancing beauty

She finishes my sentences

Free spirit

Photo: Moe Zoyari

Unexpected blue sky

Ehsan: “We look like refugees.”

Photo: Moe Zoyari

Photo: Moe Zoyari

Photo: Moe Zoyari

Analysing the world… Photo: Ehsan Norouzi

Loitering with my Persian brothers Photo: Moe Zoyari

I chose the ‘chosen one’, Mojtaba, to be the new owner.

Deep in thought Photo: Ehsan Norouzi

I miss you already Moji joon. When I took this photo I thought to myself, “This will be the expression on your face after I’ve gone.”

‘The washed one’ and ‘the chosen one’. Photo taken by ‘the tall one’.