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?

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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.