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Refugee
1988-
I looked through the viewfinder and found myself looking across
more than a few yards. More than mere light came through the
lens back at me. I was looking across centuries into the face
of a man who could not begin to describe his misery. He was trapped
in circumstances he had little understanding of, absolutely no
control over, helpless. There I was, a war tourist, snapping
pictures of his misery and when I was done, I could get back
in my car and go to the hotel and a warm meal. I knew I had a
powerful picture. When Afghans objected to having their picture
taken because they felt that there souls were being stolen; they
were not far off the mark. You knew you were stealing something. |
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