When I arrive in Santiago de Compostela, the city is full of pilgrims that just arrived. Pilgrims, that talk about „their camino“ and ask you all the time about yours. By mistake you could think ones could get inspired by them. Not me. These enlightened people that became „better humans“ through walking and self-reflection, are kind, but go pretty fast on my nerves. So, I decided to look on the opposite side: the people of the city, the ones that do not travel, the elder people, those who stay and give the city a special character without being pretentious about being holy, even if they are all the time close by the famous cathedral. I see them being shy with the tourists, they go to their own spots and sit on benches outside of the old town. They seem to be often more enlightened than some of the others I meet. Cause they seem to know that the camino never ends, cause it´s the camino of life.
One by One
five guys, one team
Five young german guys are entering the train, when I´m on the way to Galicia and one of them is making a comment: „This damn woman took my seat!“ Well I answer back in german and he is a little bit embarrassed. The next few hours I am confronted with their ideas of what life is about. They talk about perspectives, traveling, studying, gossiping over other colleagues from school, their grades, their dreams and fears. I have to listen, there is no way out. All the time I watch out of the window looking at the most beautiful landscapes of spain, that are changing constantly while we make our way through the mountains. I think, what a great metaphor for the transition they´ll be in after coming back. I photograph them right away infront of the window, before they leave the train again.