Photographer's Note

Posted this as a result of the James Nachtwey forum.
A drunkard on a boat that liks Tulcea to Tudor Vladimirescu, a suburb.

I felt like he was part of me, like an alter-ego that i had wanted to exorcise for a long time but i never had the opportunity to overcome. Now, once he was out i could only admire him -- i had made a pact with him, i was empathising with him, just like Faustus..
Not listening to him, but imagining what i would have said in his place. I felt like breathing his words, like his beard has stinging my eyes. I had forgotten about the camera, my finger got stuck on the trigger, my D100 became like a heavier, bulkier pair of contact lenses.

I wanted to take a photo of the man behind him, but once he saw me get my camera out, he started yelling about the fact that Romania is floating awy in the wrong dirrection. He yelled and yelled, he stared at me and he pointed that finger at my face.

Bogdan(the other alter-ego)

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