As I love the smell of burning bridges in the afternoon.

The studio project is not going so well for me. I guess I'm starting to loose interest in closed space and comunity/charity work. On the other hand I have tasted the adrenalin rush of photojournalism in extreme situations and I like it, oh how I like it.

Last weekend I went to Warsaw (Capital City of Poland) to photograph the riots that were going on because of the clash of left and right wing groups on the Independence Day. Fortunately the riots were contained in the strict center of the city but it got pretty hairy there. I finally got to know the smell of tear-gas and the feeling of fear when you get caught in between the rioters and the police. No extreme sport or other event can compare to that.

Maybe I'll start looking for some missions in Africa? I have heard that Polish Humanitarian Action is hiring.