Tears were rolling down her cheeks, she spoke on the phone like she was all alone, and maybe she was there in the crowded metro train
All alone in a crowded space
Not much happens at the flower market
"How is it going? I asked. Not much happening" he said looking around, shrugging his shoulders...
Facing the academic wall
Impressive and tall, with each page a world in its own it can seem impossible to connect
Drawn Journalism by Frits Ahlefeldt 