In the winter and early spring of 15/16 I visited Berlin three times for a long weekend. On the third weekend I took a bike and cycled the length of the former Berlin Wall. It was the best thing I had ever done in the city. People died here trying to leave their country or simply getting to close to the border. In this age it’s the quiet outer edge of a city whose core is famous. The silent pictures I made evoke a feeling of quiet, stillness and contemplation.