How to return, how to leave behind. The cinematic space of New York, the Lower East Side, “Loisaida” as its Spanish-speaking residents so aptly call it and also write it: cracked pavement, the rot of bad teeth, manhole covers, the scars of flames, scorched spot in the city – now left behind, everything forgotten, senile like in Bernlef’s Mind Shadows. Suddenly you no longer know a single name, a single place, a single number; you have gone blind from too much seeing.

