Turning fifteen. Sixteen. Turning seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.
Living the moment, questioning the future, being stupid, being free,
being still at home but already thinking about moving out.
What's happening and what’s going to happen next?
Nobody knows. Some care and some don't.
What about family, parents? I and my friends still need them, but we’ve also started our own lives ––
filled with parties, our own friends, our own money, our own decisions, including experiences with sex and drugs.
Are we children, teenagers, young adults? Who are we and what are we? What does it feel like?
Is it important to think about this? Is it important to look at this? Maybe yes. Maybe no. Maybe not for everybody.
Nevertheless, we’ve tried to – my camera and I.
-- Mafalda Rakoš, Vienna, 2011
