More than 200 days a year, Berlin exsudes gray and sadness.
Night can be as early as 3.30 p.m., colours disappear from this mineral world and everyone take refuge indoor.
But in spring, when the light returns, the city becomes something else with trees and flowers that were previously absent taking pride of place everywhere.
Colours that we would normally even notice reappear like a snake's new skin after shadding his skin.
It is the atmosphere of this city,each time reborn, that through these images I wanted totry to translate and celebrate on these pages.