Five hours that's how I called this photo work which gives a general idea of five hours of free time in the city which was many times a transit point in my travels.

Between the arrival of the bus in this city and the departure of the train on which I was supposed to get there was exactly five hours.

It seems that this is a lot of time and you can see a lot in an unfamiliar city but this is not at all the case.

Huge queues at the railway ticket office, the opportunity to hear that there are no more train tickets turn this walk into something very nervous and cut off this time a lot dividing it into pieces because from time to time you will have to find out at the ticket office about the appearance of tickets which someone could pass due to a change in circumstances.

But as a rule everything was different tickets were always available but the cashiers raised the degree of tension in order to ensure that you were ready for anything for the sake of this ticket at least part with a few extra bills as a token of gratitude.

But well when there is a surplus and if there is none then you begin to feel like beggars who beg the cashier to hold a train ticket for them.

And in this bustle there was little time out of these five hours to walk around the city and try to see as much as possible.

Often only the photographs that I took there gave me a thread of memory to restore some events when you are in a hurry a lot is quickly forgotten.

Probably memories of five such hours may look like this.

I tried to combine the next ingredients in my molecular photo kitchen.

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