Photographer's Note

Bir hakeim, one evening of full moon.
the light drops, until A to become neant, I am turned over, see around me... I heard a dirty noise, grating... it makes fear..., I perspire, it has stories scary which are known as on this bridge...
Very of a blow, another noise, I can about it more, my head will explode like a dead loss balloon of goldbeater's skin, I try to remain calm, my slowed down heart, I am fixed in a corner and wait... I smell myself more in security if I have anything for protect me in the back.... I watch for in front of me like a watchdog, nothing. And then, it' has the moment that I fear, a phantom appears with far, it goes on the white line, until A to arrive at ten measure... I perspire, my tee-shirt is soaked, I stand to be Ok with the final combat.... ah but not! It is my grand mother which comes to seek me...:)

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