5 seconds difference between two shots.
In one two deeply sad children. The same children laughing In the other.
Same enlightenment, same light, same children.
Which one I choose? What do I want to tell?
Because that, exactly that, was this trip.
The perfume and the smell. Beauty and suffering. Joy, cruelty.
Blame, shame and responsibility in equal parts. As a Western man, as a European, as a man ... as a photographer.
