I don´t know if you are informed enough to know about my secret scrapbook or not, anyhow, I have had one for a really... I mean, REALLY long time. It´s been eight years actually and since it´s hand made done by Maggie, you can imagine, how bad its condition is. Why am I even bothering with revealing such stuff? Because this scrapbook of mine is the main reason of these photographies.

I know Terka, or Sica, for a long time, almost as long as I have my scrapbook, which I used to give to my friends to let them write down something for me. To be honest, it was an epic idea, because sometimes... sometimes you forget how good it felt to be with someone. The reason of drifting away could be anything and if you lost track of which reason is possibly the most accurate, so you can get it right, there is this text, your friend wrote to you ages ago, reminiscing about the wonderful time you´ve used to have. It helped me to find the determination to get in touch again. Because I missed it. I miss the phototrips and discussion on various topics. I miss the difference that is connecting us in so many strange ways.

Nevertheless, I did write Terka, asking her to meet me so I can say goodbye before my departure back to Slovakia and I´m really glad I did it, simply because I disliked that awkward feeling of unfounded envy and disunion. Don´t be suprised, I´m just a human.