#12 cuckoo

When we peak through the windows of an unlit and seemingly deserted security cabin on a public square in Cluj-Napoca (Romania), the door suddenly opens and a guard hops out like a cuckoo from his clock. He is a man in his sixties, a soon-to-be-retired policeman, who staffs the small white cubicle three nights a week. He looks after the square and its many landmarks, an Orthodox Cathedral, a National Theatre, a controversial statue of a national hero erected by the former nationalist mayor, and dozens of flagpoles. Now and then, there are troublemakers, who jump in or vandalize the … Continue reading #12 cuckoo

#1 progress

An unmanned but abundantly lit railway station in Bethnal Green, nobody on the platforms, two contractor workers on scaffolds near the entrance, painting the ceiling. One of them explains: we make much quicker progress with the job at night, during the day lots of people walk in and out. He avoids answering questions about night pay and work conditions, whether he decides to work at night or it is his boss that tells him. A third worker wearing a fluorescent coat and helmet walks into the station pushing a wheelbarrow, ignoring the conversation [GD]. Continue reading #1 progress