“So, you want to see real life, huh?”
I nodded silently, hoping it wasn’t obvious that my legs were trembling.
“Alright, you can photograph me,” the man snorted. “But if I find these photos in some magazine, I’ll know where to find you.” He clenched his fists. “Then I’ll smash you to the ground. Deal?”
I was barely nineteen and determined to follow homeless people in Amsterdam—drug addicts and alcoholics, each with a story of their own.
For years the negatives lay untouched, a certain fear in me of tempting fate by bringing the story out into the world. Exploiting someone’s misery to benefit myself has never been my cup of tea…..
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song: Once In a Lifetime – Talking Heads
