“We have gone from the Spring to the Summer” says Petra on the front desk as I check in late on a Wednesday evening.
Everywhere is scrubbed clean by sunlight, a dusty white.
Dust from construction because everywhere there is evidence of industry and construction.
The train lines cross the city, mechanical-electrical cables overhead are green rusted, substantiation of great engineering – a character of this land
Close by the gleaming white office in which we are working is a line of new apartments each one with its distinctive colours and shape. Sitting on the kerb I make this drawing and then walk back to the office for the taxi to the airport.
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