…arriving at a foreign airport in an unknown city at night. driving into town, the windows are down and a warm breeze is touching your skin. foreign smells. you have been told it is a dangerous place but for now it seems to sleep peacefully. everything is very clear, the neon signs, the flashy chrome of oncoming cars, the shadows…yet so distant. the radio emitts hushed voices and muted trumpets…
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for a short but interesting interview with mark nelson – in german – go here.
UPDATE: for more pan.american see the comments-section