We are always waiting. We wait to be grown up, we wait to finish, we wait to earn enough, we wait to be loved, and in all this waiting there is always HOPE.
In the underground station of Kurfürstedamm in Berlin, something is happening as the cold weather, the eternal waiting and the eternal boredom grow in a metropolis like Berlin.
What is the difference between the subjective world and the objective world in this waiting?
What are the thoughts that come to mind when you are surrounded by the atmosphere of a metropolis?
Life passes between waiting, consumerism and the search for happiness.
The name of this work in English “Hope” means in Spanish “esperanza”, whose etymology is composed of the verb “esperar” what means “to wait” and the suffix “anza” that indicates action.
Movement, hope and waiting.