Balcony Youth – The Spectacle of Every Religion

She was seen every morning on the balcony in front of the house – in a loose T-shirt, without a bra and with a slight smile. When his hair was blown away by the wind, his eyes went straight to his chest. Sometimes she would bend over the railing, sometimes she would drop water from the roof – as if she wanted to show everything. Every day a new pose, a new invite... And one day when I went upstairs to fetch water, he asked himself: "Do you keep watching, will you take a closer look?"