How I Met Ana - by Kristoffer - Naive Weekly

I first met Ana in Copenhagen; she first met me in Berlin. Our memories of the first encounter are not the same, which always leaves us with a pregnant pause when asked where we first met. One thing is for sure, though. We wouldn’t have met if it was not for Techfestival, a no-longer existing gathering that assembled people in Copenhagen to talk about how technology shaped our lives and societies. I was on the festival team, leading all the meetups and summits, and Ana was our photographer, traveling in from Berlin. I was swamped during the festival. In three days, I orchestrated a hundred events. I recall watching how my email inbox resembled a live feed with different requests, notifications, and answers arriving every minute. Only on the last day, at the reflection session, were my eyes open enough to notice Ana behind the camera. So it was her photographs I noticed first. I had worked on many events with many photographers but had never seen anything like Ana’s photos. They were wa

I first met Ana in Copenhagen; she first met me in Berlin. Our memories of the first encounter are not the same, which always leaves us with a pregnant pause when asked where we first met. One thing is for sure, though. We wouldn’t have met if it was not for Techfestival, a no-longer existing gathering that assembled people in Copenhagen to talk about how technology shaped our lives and societies. I was on the festival team, leading all the meetups and summits, and Ana was our photographer, traveling in from Berlin. I was swamped during the festival. In three days, I orchestrated a hundred eve