Gerhard Fillei

A man arrives at JFK-Airport in New York on a cold November morning. In the airport bathroom he cuts his hair and changes his clothes. He owns a small and odd looking linen bound book. The printed pages are covered in notes, written in a woman's pale handwriting. He has carried this book for many years. He had no idea that it will bring his entire past into question.

A man arrives at JFK-Airport in New York on a cold November morning. In the airport bathroom he cuts his hair and changes his clothes. He owns a small and odd looking linen bound book. The printed pages are covered in notes, written in a woman's pale handwriting. He has carried this book for many years. He had no idea that it will bring his entire past into question.

A man arrives at JFK-Airport in New York on a cold November morning. In the airport bathroom he cuts his hair and changes his clothes. He owns a small and odd looking linen bound book. The printed pages are covered in notes, written in a woman's pale handwriting. He has carried this book for many years. He had no idea that it will bring his entire past into question.