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Monday, February 21, 2011

Where is my home?


It was cold. I asked him, won't you get cold sleeping outside? The man showed me a hair dryer hidden in his sleeve. I asked why don't you go to shelter. He said, cause all people there are drunk and sick. It smells like feet and they steal from you. There was one thing I could read in his eyes and that thing was: "Where is my home?".

5 comments:

  1. You surely have a way at talking to strangers...

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  2. Very impressive portrait ! Very intense shot !

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  3. I like this shot, great lights, well done, i like this !
    My vote on Coolphotoblog for your work, bravo !

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  4. This is somewhere near my place! I see this man once in a while! Nice shot and even nicer conversation!

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