In the morning sun that lay over Berlin, I witnessed a special moment on an old bridge. A little girl, perhaps five or six years old, stood in the middle of the cobblestones, worn by countless footsteps. Her face was full of concentration as she devotedly worked on tying a bow on her pants. Her small hands moved carefully, her forehead slightly furrowed, and it seemed as if nothing in the world was more important at that moment.

Around her, life in Berlin continued as usual: cars passed by, people hurried with quick steps to work, and bicycles whizzed across the bridge. Yet none of this seemed to touch the girl. In her universe, only the task of perfectly tying the bow existed. The traffic noise, the conversations of passersby, the chirping of birds—all of it faded away for her. Her world consisted solely of the two strips of fabric and the knot she was determined to create with childlike persistence.

I pulled out my camera and captured this moment—a moment when time seemed to stand still. The image that emerged tells a story of concentration and innocence, of the ability to immerse oneself in a task and block out the rush of everyday life. It’s a reminder of how easy it can sometimes be to forget the world around us and focus entirely on what truly matters.