There’s something very wrong about zoos. I know they do good things, but there’s something about the animals. The monkeys look at you with sad eyes through thick glass, often they even face the other way, so they don’t have to look you in the eye.
It feels like they are ashamed.
Or maybe I’m imagining things.
Maybe they’re as happy as happy can be, just waiting for the park to close, so they all can get their samba gear on and party like it’s 1999.
Somehow I doubt it though.
Otroligt vackra och gripande bilder.