In 1993 a night train arrived in Austria, coming from Hamburg. I was 13 only, aboard of this train. I remember when I watched out of the window, seeing mountains for the very first time in my life, impressed by the verticality I’ve never seen before. Since then I am impressed by mountainous sceneries and somewhat addicted to the alpine way of life. Austria is for now the country I have visited most, after France and Switzerland. If I would be a great writer, I could explain why. But I am a photographer.