For me, photography has always been a means of expression, a mental outlet. About two years ago, a series of scattered photos put me on the path for an exhibition. So, I started wandering the streets with my photographic apparatus. Where did I go? To the market, the public garden, the grocery store, the bus stops, the small neighbourhoods. What was I looking for? Everything and nothing. An incident, a movement, a little light in everyday life, in the streets, while waiting. As a distanced observer, I recorded some important ‘insignificant’ moments. One photo followed the other, and I, the operator of the cameras, turned my communication with the outside world into images. When the series of photos was completed and the exhibition could be set up, the material I had gathered inadvertently led my thoughts to Cavafy’s lyrics: ‘One monotonous day follows another equally monotonous’.