Two Towers and a Living Tree

The city stirred on a cold autumn morning when the air clung to my skin at just four degrees. I had no time for a long walk before the third and final show day at Alexanderplatz, yet I still found myself weaving through streets that quietly counted my steps. I carried with me the sharp silhouette of the Marienkirche tower, framed like a secret by the Fernsehturm looming just behind it. Later, in the atrium of the Radisson, I looked up to the living sculpture of leaves and light again, the so-called Living Tree, where an industrial climber moved with the calm focus of a gardener in the sky. His quiet work reminded me that even in the rush of routine, there was room for wonder, can you spot him in the photo.