Innsbruck was the first stop in the journey that brought us from Italy to Iceland. It was a Mardi Gras, and people of all kinds were dressed in the craziest outfits – from bananas to giant rabbits costumes were sported with utter nonchalance – and roaming the streets. Despite the general strange atmosphere of controlled madness, the one that only festivities can originate in the modern Western world, in other places, remote harbors of quiet loneliness and routine, life went on as usual.
Lonely in Innsbruck
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