Today I almost started believing in the supernatural. I’ve lived in this city for almost three months (not counting the time I was on sick leave in France), and whenever I had the chance, I’d go for walks in the local forest with my camera. And it seems that today, when it’s time to pack my bags and finally return to France tomorrow, all these creatures decided it was time to clearly show me what I’m losing by leaving

It would seem I simply decided to grab my camera and go for one last walk

But ... 
Hi, I'm the one who was always rustling in the grass around you ! 
And I'm the one who's about to stir up a hornet's nest and then hide while its angry inhabitants beat the shit out of you
And we'll just fly around in a crowd and yell right under your windows
And I'm just going to be a snail ! 
And every time, I'm going to make you curse the camera and the autofocus as you rush past
And every time, it makes you wish you had a 600 or 800 instead of just a 400 mm focal length

But for some reason, on your very last day, all of us will give you an unforgettable three-hour walk by appearing in the frame. How can you not believe in the supernatural ?

Until we meet again, Germany - we'll definitely see each other soon