How could I not mention it? As a photographer, as a human being, as a woman, I missed half of the people I could/should have met there. (In a lot of places, most of the time) I missed seeing their bodies and the way they walked. I missed seeing and hearing them outside at night. I missed all their faces, that I wanted to photograph. From my country we can talk and analyze and imagine; once I was there I got caught in my emotions and was unable to think -I probably still am. I kept comparing things and situations, but can I? Should I? Sometimes it was like walking through an unreachable crowd.
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