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 now 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’.
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