Photojournalist Dream
September 13th, 2008
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Dreamed I met a coworker’s close friend - a great guy with whom I had a long conversation. Later got my picture taken while I was sitting on stairs by a tall Asian guy with family. I told him that I take pictures of people just like that, and now I know what it feels like to have mine taken. I spoke of my camera, its speed - and went to get it. We appeared in Palestine, and there were protests, arrows flying, confrontations. Because of my camera, I was more or less protected, seen as a journalist. I got some historic shots.