The following images remind me of a passage in Pico Iyer's book :THE MAN WITHIN MY HEAD
« The girl who was once nine years old is still visible in the grandmother of eighty-four »
The woman was sipping her juice while balancing her feet back and forth.
I imagined her as a young girl doing the same thing.
I sat on the bench facing her for almost one hour, reading a book.
I imagined her as a young girl doing the same thing.
I sat on the bench facing her for almost one hour, reading a book.
Then nightfall arrived.
The woman placed the red plastic bag under her head and lied down, probably for the night.
I felt uneasy.
Before leaving I went up to her and gave her some money.
She sat up and gave me a great big smile.
When I arrived home, I thought of her all night…I still do at times.
The woman placed the red plastic bag under her head and lied down, probably for the night.
I felt uneasy.
Before leaving I went up to her and gave her some money.
She sat up and gave me a great big smile.
When I arrived home, I thought of her all night…I still do at times.