Zurich Airport (II). Expecting.
Movement is a feature of the airport. Comings and goings. Enter and exit. But waiting is the other side.
Waiting for our flight to depart, waiting for the ones that we expect, waiting with a feeling of being lost in a world that doesn’t stop.
We stop in the middle of paths of bodies that flow in every direction, we see the waves of movement pushing us and we want to find our rocky shelter where we could rest safe, without moving until we can see a lighthouse that will point our route.