In the corner of Queen street and the Sergel square of central Stockholm. This time of the year it is a busy area full of tourists. There she sat in the shadow. A tired tourist? Maybe. But she had a cup in front of her like the other beggars, but no sign. Something in her expression made me feel I couldn't ask her, made me feel she wanted no questions. The sad look on her face was in contrast to all the tourists who ran back and forth, busy with their lives. Some youngsters performed with their music on the square behind her. Sunshine, holiday, ice cream, shopping Russians, groups of Chinese tourists, Japanese tourists with EVIL cameras, Germans with viking helmets in velor, a screaming kid that had dropped his ice cream...and above all a seagull scouting for a sausage someone dropped. Somehow, she probably had more in common with the seagull than with all the rest.
Middle age male, father of two daughters. Makes a living as a research scientist, working at Stockholm University. I like to consider myself an open minded, fair and creative person. Like all kids I had some dream occupations. One was to be a photographer. Another, the most persistent, was to become a scientist, which I did, quite successfully. But somewhere below the surface is still that kid who wanted to travel the globe with a camera (or several and many expensive lenses). Here I will live out that part of myself.