We met more than ten years ago. Formally, they are old friends. But I like to think that we were something more.

At one time, our whole life was music, partying in New York and photography. Crazy year!

And now I see you again. You are standing on the platform, at the very edge, and are swaying on your toes out of boredom, waiting for the train. You say my name - I read it on your lips - but within a second the train takes you into the distance. This meeting was enough to almost drive me crazy.

Five weeks have passed, and I’m still looking for a meeting with you. Just to say hi. Invite to the bar. Catch up. And yes, I know that talking about the past, there is no point in asking you for forgiveness.