In the time we live in, everyone has either an innate desire to travel, the need to travel, or the burden to travel. Wether we are looking to satisfy our curiosity, learn about different cultures, change our lives, admire the glory of nature, visit another human being, whatever it is that we want, we have to walk through “The Portal”: Massive and modern terminals and runways full of romanticism and paranoia. Massive rooms harboring people from every language and color. Austere flying machines, that keep gathering us together from all corners of the world, reminding us about the speedy pass of time and announcing proudly to us that the future is here indeed. We develop a relationship with this “in between” places, sometimes one of love, sometimes one of hate, and often one to be forgotten. But we do spend, in one degree or another, a very large part of our lives there; we sit and wait, we sleep, we daydream, we fall in love, we cry. We are there and then. And that is the only moment there really is. This photo-story is an ode to the Present moment and the in between A and B.