so i put this track on, grab a camera, look at the teenage kid i’m about to photograph and say out loud: “romantico!” with my best attempt at italian accent. always works. they laugh. thank you swedish jazz.
wiec wrzucam ten kawalek, chwytam aparat, spogladam na nastoletniego dzieciaka, ktorego mam wlasnie fotografowac i mowie glosno: “romantico!” z moja najlepsza proba wloskiego akcentu. zawsze dziala. smieja sie. dziekuje ci, szwedzki jazzie.
Read Moreon Monday
on my way to the station, I try to remember PIN. to no avail. I want to buy a ticket, punch in three different numbers and block my card.
on Tuesday
I forget there’s no train at nine past but twenty past only. waiting and additional changes await.
on Wednesday
Sister writes that my favourite dentist can’t slot in any appointments on the days I’ll be in Poland.
on Thursday
I forget to lock the studio front door. cameras, computers and lights – all ready to take for more than twelve hours.
on Friday
they disconnect my mobile without any warning. the contract’s finished, my sweetheart.
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