On January 14th 2018 I did not cheat but left the house early. In the afternoon I stumbled over a very decayed old door in the city. And while I was just sitting on the ground to catch my picture the tenant of the house stumbled over me. He had a lot of questions, like who I am and what I am doing here, and because he probably thought that I was working for the city and documentating “rotten atrocities” as he called this door, he told me story of estranged owners who couldn’t find a consent to renovate it properly.
Usually I don’t wish people bad things, but today, 365 days later I hope that they are still estranged, simply because I love that door.