Since then I’ve been wandering the city with that camera, as if looking for something no one else notices — strange shadows on the walls, chance glances of passers-by, old signs that still remember a different time. Photography isn’t just a hobby for me; it’s a way of freezing moments that would otherwise simply dissolve.

When I’m not shooting, I’m either making coffee (I’ve almost built a collection of different brewing methods) or reading books about distant places and people I’ll never meet. On weekends I might disappear into the forest for the whole day, or just sit by the window and watch how the light changes.

If you also enjoy walking slowly through the city, drinking coffee without rushing, and finding beauty in ordinary things — we might have something to talk about.

I used to think my life would be calm and predictable: work, home, the occasional movie in the evenings. Then one ordinary Tuesday I bought an old film camera at a flea market, and everything went off the rails.

I’m not a big fan of loud parties or endless selfies, but I do love quiet conversations, good music, and the feeling that there are still plenty of unexplored streets ahead.