St. Pauli Didgeridoo

On the way to shoot a portrait for André, I heard the unmistakable but unexpected sound of a didgeridoo. In my street. In St. Pauli. Passing by this yellow alley I saw what can only be called one of our local characters, usually found talking to his or her self (not quite sure) on the street, sitting and playing in a trance of complete concentration.

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