He was sitting on a broken woody box, near one of the small streets of the Old Medina, waiting for a customer whose shoes needed a nail here, some glue there or even a new layer of leather.
His eyes, rarely looked away from his craft, reflected a buried pain or maybe was he just worn out..
I approached him with a whole set of confused emotions to ask for his permission for a photo, I couldn’t make out the words.. It maybe showed on my face so he had pity on me and let me..
Awkward as I am, I didn’t get the camera settings right the first two times, which made my task even harder and made me feel even more awkward and clumsy..
It was one long second, yet one great experience, a fraction of time but one that tells a story of a lifetime.. Reflected by every lane drawn on his face, traces of hope and perseverance, of struggle and survival.. Traces of the passage of time..
I walked through the streets of the old Medina as if it was for the first time.
A childish happiness washed all over me, and I was bewildered by all the colors and by the authenticity of the place.
I roamed these streets before, dully dragging my feet through the crowds, absently passing by the stores, yet it never occurred to me I’ll be intimidated by the passengers eyes over me, or over my huge lens.. which I never thought were that huge until I witnessed them threatening the peace of those who thought I was taking them in pictures!
It’s a whole different experience, one that brings together the beautiful and the annoying, the ordinary and the unexpected.. One that has many faces, and it’s a hunt for that one photograph you feel worth capturing.
In my case, it’s a hunt for the picture I am quick enough to capture!! but that’s another story!
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