Those two nights we hung out at a 24-hour bookstore in Taipei City. Neither of us showed concern of time passing too quickly! Anxiety only kicked-in when it was close to midnight.
Fortunately we were able to catch the last train, but needed to take a cab from the train station to where we were staying. Buses’ operations have already ended by then.
Two nights in a row, the same cab driver picked us from the station. Such coincidence! On the second night, he greeted us with a smile and made a friendly comment about us working late every night.
We weren’t working, we were just too happy in the realm, of books.
“I call Cambodia the Forgotten World. With photography we cannot change the world, but we can change minds and touch hearts. That is the reason why I’m a photographer … to give a voice to those in silence.” – Omar Havana
I admire him, so very much. For his courage to document life in a Cambodian rubbish dump and speak for those in silence. Read about it, here.
Today, I hold my breath while running through the back alley. Because I’m afraid of cockroaches and rats.
I feel ashamed for not seeing the dark side (to us), the simple happiness (to them) of Cambodia when I was there.
What am I, in this Universe?