The sun stands high in the sky over the Old North Cemetery in Munich. It's a hot summer day, and the old cemetery provides an oasis of tranquility in the midst of the city. Between weathered gravestones and monumental statues, people have spread out their towels.
Beneath the bustling streets of the city, hidden from the sunlight and the daily hustle, lies a world of transition and waiting. Metro stations are like silent temples of modernity, where the rush of trains and the murmurs of announcements are the only music. Here, deep
In the silent, grey streets of Munich, where the sun only timidly breaks through the clouds and the cold grips the souls of passersby, live the Invisible. They are not ghosts, but men and women of flesh and blood, who eke out a fragile existence under