The moment when I realized that the photo might be ´my thing´, I stood alone the camera in my hand in a burnt room after the fire of old magazines in the center of Helsinki. Partly white walls, floor full of burnt waste, blackened radiators next to walls, wooden roof resembling black curlies, in the middle of the room blackened iron frame – perhaps once a trolley.
When the ceiling of the main building was removed, the great graffities were revealed. I was fascinated.
