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There is one meeting point in every big city in the world which make them look all the same. Picadilly Circus in London is not very different from Broadway in New York or the Corrientes Avenue in my hometown Buenos Aires.

Same huge marquees, same crazy traffic, same crowds, noise, Mc Donald’s, Coke advertisement, everything and everyone in a rush.

But what really impress me is the human concentration. There is always a corner or a main street where we –people from so many places- cross each other, we walk side by side, sometimes touching the other accidentally by a second, but there isn’t any intimacy in that touch. We don’t even really look around; we are so close, but unconnected.

Tourists with cameras in their hands, yuppies, wandering teenagers, beggars, vendors… I think about the infinity of stories that must be behind each one of them, especially that girl that is crying alone, standing at the entrance of Rock Circus, in a Wednesday evening.