After my husband agrees to take her picture she hands over her camera and turns towards me: Would you like to be on the photo with me? Without hesitation I agree. Why not? A moment later we stand close together like good friends and smile into the camera.
That evening I wonder why I hadn't asked this girl anything. She was clearly travelling alone. Who was she, why was she on her own, where was she going? And what will she say when a friend watches her photo's and asks who I am?
behind the nett curtain
a bumblebee buzzes