Being here makes you think about introspection as a luxury. At the beginning I couldn‘t even watch the people downstairs, because I was so occupied by the color of the horizon. And then the lights began to light up in the solitary bubbles, that are piles of private apartments. I started to think how alienated we are and how close we are at the same time. The world seems so simple, observed from this fancy wooden shell. One day went out slowly to be replaced by a new one soon. The silence made me sing one old Slavic lullaby and it felt like saying goodbye to this city.