I had two dreams which basically told me to get back into photography as soon as possible. I do photograph much more since my birthday already, but I think I don’t take it serious enough, otherwise those 2 dreams wouldn’t appear.
8th of September
the first one I went on a road trip with friends or family and this little village appeared in front of us. I wanted to stop and get out to take pictures. So I did and while walking to the little village which was partly touristy, I saw those traditional dressed woman in long skirts coming down the hill. I assumed being somewhere in the middle of the United States.
I went to one of the women and asked for a picture. She agreed and let me take one. It took me much longer to choose the frame, I wanted the perfect frame and couldn’t decide when to take the photo. After 5 minutes or so I decided to swap the lens and did so. I took another lens out of my case and ‘started to unlock the current lens off the camera and while taking the new lens and trying to attach it to the body, the camera parts didn’t fit anymore. They suddenly became old, sandy and damaged and there wasn’t a way to stop the ageing process. My camera and the lens transformed within seconds to old rusty elements. By the time I looked up again, the women disappeared.
9th of September
I remember something happened around christmas and it became tradition to stay home and not to leave the house. Walking through a place with my camera, I noticed that the christmas market was incredible beautiful and I enjoyed being outside. The traffic light for pedestrians switched to red so I needed to wait. Looking down on the ground, I saw those children begging. I went on the ground too and within a second I was lying flat with my belly on a skateboard rolling slowly through the children and saying hello. In English I asked a boy without legs and crippled arms and the most innocent smile on his face how old he is and the boy next to him answered me in Chinese that he is 7. Surrounded by about 15 children all on the ground begging for money, most of them with disabilities I took my camera and took a picture of the boy in front of me. All of the sudden the situation got out of control and all the children wanted money from me and a photo taken. Immediately I got up the skateboard, revealing my faked disability to walk and ran forward. Children were pulling on my clothes while I tried to get up. I didn’t look back and just ran, while hearing the Children behind me running after me.
At the time I felt secure and ran enough I stopped and hid behind a door. I noticed that I felt ashamed running away rather than dealing with the situation and helping the kids.