My first apartment was on the ground floor and with a kitchen window facing a busy footway (at least compared to what I was used to growing up in the countryside). I found it interesting and always had a Minolta SLR film camera ready.

The first 5 pictures is the history of “the cycle of life of one beer can”. Almost every summer day a man used to drink one can of beer “after work” at the same spot every day. And when he finished he leaves the can. But there where never any cans left by the end of  day. One day I solved the mystery when I happen to see the lady who collected the can.