It is, rather, an interpretative look at what the presence of a man who walks alone, who waits alone, who observes around without anyone accompanying him, who seems to face only the night of one of the most dangerous cities in the world. It is a look towards fragility and adaptation. A look that seeks to understand and not demonstrate. A look that is based on its own uncertainty, its own precariousness, perhaps with the hope of finding that place where the true reason of fear is hidden. And that which may give him some strength in the face of so much strange nocturnality. Continúa leyendo The night of lonely men