What is it that holds the world together? What is the secret red thread that connects every place on earth despite all the differences? What are the similarities between everyday life in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Neukölln, Shimokitazawa and Karakoy? Potentially quite some things, and in Sven Kräuter’s “The world is a strange place to look at” the global parallels that fascinate him the most are the movement of the people and the light they are dancing through. That, and the absurdities that lie hidden in everyday life. Hidden moments until you uncover them with photographs.