It seems to me that we underestimate the importance of tunnels and gateways in our lives. Once, passing by one of them, I disappeared for someone who was waiting for me at the other end for 40 minutes, although he spent no more than half a minute on the passage. Nothing unusual happened to me there, except that the time on my mechanical wristwatch did not coincide with the time of the car's electronic clock and on the watch of a friend who was waiting for me. This was the only proof of the incident., which for a long time kept me from reusing such passages unnecessarily and I always began to follow someone, and not alone. Now I almost don't remember it, but I remember it sometimes when I see photos like these.
This is the same tunnel photographed at another time and I then passed it without incident, following this man. I had no other way.
The post is intended for The World of XPILAR - B&W PHOTOGRAPHY AND ART CONTEST WEEK #145 from @axeman