Martin Luther King


Our second time in New York together and the first parade in January after we moved to the city at the beginning of the year. What was sheduled for six month at first became an on and off time of two years. We travelled back and forth the ocean with no money on hand only our earnings and the grant Manuel got for his residency in NYC. After some month we could manage to work on the side, him as a web-designer and me as wedding photographer. Living in Greenwich Village with the view on the Twin Towers right out of our window. The rent for the micro-apartment was as high as the rent for our large space at home but it was New York every day. In our early thirties we were not grown up at all and did not realise how lucky this time would turn out to be. What a chance. But instead of making working on a career we woke up with big eyes every day, shy and suspicious as we learned to be back home. Never believe in your own luck, fate is a bitch.