Right next to the Museumquartier in Wien, a 60 000m2 cultural area, containing museums, Baroque buildings and fancy terraces with healthy food, some kids were hanging out. They were listening to System of a Down, fighting, combing hair, talking loud, smoking water pipe, but especially making out. As I was too shy to talk to them in German and they were shy to address me in English, we didn’t share many words. However, when two security guards showed up, they were nice enough to explain me that they had to move some meters away, because they were too close to a museum’s walls. Some of them told me their names, Luca, Nico, Nadine, Mimi, but most were quite reluctant about it. 

Two boys I met on the streets of Brasov, both of them studying music. The taller boy seemed  pretty self-confident and relaxed in front of the camera, while the other one looked like he was hiding in his big grey jacket and unconsciously making a statement on shyness.Even though shyness is most often regarded as a barrier to actively interacting with the world,  I also see it as something precious because it makes you turn your attention from your own person to the world and look more carefully at it.

Flea market, peddlers market, garage sale, yardsale, Flohmarkt, targ de vechituri.
I've always liked the flea markets, but I've always had a feeling of shame when I went there. 
Shame for indulging in the nostalgic, poetic atmosphere and in a way disregarding the reality
of a flea market, which in fact it's not that romantic.  In the flea markets from Berlin there were indeed a lot  of young bohemian people selling stuff for the fun of it, but in the flea markets from Bucharest most of the people are pretty poor. 
However, all those objects having belonged to various people and now brought together by accident have a certain poetry and their silent beauty.