Closing time at the Flea Market

Visiting Flea Markets are my great passion : watching people, roaming around with the camera and grubbing into old stuff, waste and objects of past times, trying to capture odd people and situations. The day, when I took these pictures, the market was already closed, it was dark, garbagge trucks where around to clear the place. And suddenly the whole scene appeared unreal : sellers burned or destroyed there goods in order not to have to load them into their cars again - and others who seemed to have waited for that moment to grab things and carry them away. The whole impression was dynamic, blurred, seemed unreal, destructive.