When the sun goes down, I raise my head as I hear the sound of birds flying between the apartment buildings. I had noticed that at this specific time, birds start talking. There is a lot of noise over the city.

But something different happened the other day. I heard a noise from the opposite balcony. I saw that a bird was trapped and his friend was trying to save it.
It covered the voices of all the other birds in the sky. I tried to help them but I could not. Then I saw you through the window. My heart was beating fast, like a bird’s that has been caught by a human and it is very scared. I shouted at you but you did not hear. I left you a note. You are gone. I still have the note.

There is a place between cities and the skies. I like going there again and again. From this place the birds begin to fly over the cities. We are all so much the same and so different under the same sky.

In the early days of radar, echoes of many, small targets were seen but poorly understood. These echoes were called “angels”. Now, we know that the angels were actually birds.
This project is dedicated to my “angels”.
Alexandra Riba