It was not until the evening when I went on a short walk in the neighborhood, when I learned that there was no exaggeration in that piece of information..
After I left the apartment and walked about 10 meters far, I had a company of about 5 kids. This small crowd multiplied about every minute or so. People stopped on the street, turned around and out of a sudden everyone went my direction. Two blocks later I was accompanied by about 30-40 people who surrounded me from all sides and just stared at me.. they stared, I stared and nothing moved..
Later on one woman gestured one way and asked me to fallow her. Not having a choice, I went.. She took me to her home and on the way showed me homes of others as well. Here and there she woke up somebody placed them in front of my camera, checked if my image turned out ok and then send them back to sleep.
Though on Ramadan themselves, they offered me food, then pointed out my sweat and that shower is right there and suggested I should also take a photograph of the inside of their houses.. I was quite overwhelmed by all the happenings. By the end of my evening walk I knew more things about myself than I could have ever noticed, as they haven’t hesitate to point them out. I don't think I've ever seen anybody laughing so much about blond hair before.
Language barrier was the smallest obstacle that afternoon.
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