Yesterday was spontaneous, sad and very impressive. You always know that something went incredibly wrong when many people below 25 and few above 40 gather around candles and flowers. A fistfight went bad a couple of days ago and craved a victim. Friends and family came to the spot where it happened. I barely took any pictures, because I did not want to disturb all his friends in their deep grief. About 15 minutes after the little remembering ceremony started, a young man went by and hugged one of the girls, which was crying. He was wearing a metal t-shirt that had the words You Lose scratched into a skull. It was very paradox and for me a very strong picture. He behaved very respectfully and I don’t think anybody else really noticed the t shirt which for me spoke a little truth. Sometimes you lose, may it only be out of bad luck, wrong place, wrong time.