Albanian carousel

It goes around Albania like a carousel; it accompanies my photographic gaze with its music of humanity and hope for the future. It turns with the lights on, with the engine at full throttle and shows me the high and the low, the rich and the poor, luxury and the necessary simplicity, coexistence.
The carousel does not stop, even if at certain moments, people, places, still tied to something ancient, seem to suspend their irrepressible desire to touch the sky. Opposites. Chaos and silence. Together.
My gaze could not be that of a holidaymaker. I observed with the eyes of one who is invested by an immensity of sensations to be discovered in a detail as well as in the proud vastness of places that do not surrender to time.