The symbols of our hectic daily round – the world’s busiest airports, railway stations and sea ports are the transport centres that have always attracted my attention. I simply love their mad rhythm.
I have always felt attracted to high-end facilities and teeming with life hot spots such as world’s busiest airports, stations and ports. This is probably why I remember so clearly one of my first visits to a small, just about forgotten airport. Three years old, I was sitting at an open-air terrace overlooking a runway on which no motion was visible. At the airport there was only one aircaft whose painfully slow servicing I watched for hours. In suspense, I expected it to take off ‘sometime today,’ as the airport workers promised me. Nevertheless, it never did. I felt timelessness and depression. That year the number of checked-in passengers was not anything over 300 000 people a year. It used to be a time of great changes and exceptional insecurity for the entire country.
A decade later I had the great opportunity to come back to the same terrace. I was then it full of scurrying passengers and illuminated by bright searchlights. A decade later I faced tens of taxing, taking off and landing aircrafts – everything from the old metal window frames, through the frayed floors of the terminals to the cracked asphalt of the car park had come to life. I was thunderstruck and captivated by the reviving of the wasteland and so with a small camcorder I captured this new world.
FOLLOW ME is a product of my wish to share this experience with a large audience. It is a reel of vitality and absorbing dynamics that follows the rise of the small, just about forgotten airport.