Aruku

The big city is noisy and shiny, but inside it still feels empty - there are acquaintances everywhere, but very few real friends. Between clubs, traffic jams and overly expensive clothes, life is like an endless stroll past shop windows: beautiful, loud, but not very honest.

And yet there is a rhythm to it all. Your steps fall to the beat, the count goes on in several languages, and even weary distrust becomes part of the melody. It seems that happiness will not come on its own, you have to catch up with it - walking on, with a light step, through concrete and neon.