Then my mind traveled in time and remembered an afternoon strolling through a village in Burma (Myanmar), near Mandalay. I remember we were walking along a street when suddenly appears behind a house a bunch of kids all dressed in clothes of many colors. As a photographer, the picture won me over quickly and swiftly approached them and me as I try to ask several gestures (Burmese my knowledge is very limited) that PLEASE! I pose for a moment.
Children also have between 3 and 9 years, as the tour yesterday, I suddenly looked alert and as if by magic, were placed in rows next to each other, just as I had imagined. And stood there staring at me and my camera. I prepared my goal amazed and began to shoot pictures and photos and photos … but one would have sufficed. I did a lot but they all came out just the same. They did not move an inch. Neither took my eyes off her. Not one was to mourn, nor fought with the next door. None covered her face and began to play the fool to be observed.
When I finished and I thanked them clasping his hands and bowing his head, all I smiled and slowly returned to their chores. Some play, others headed to their homes, another began to talk among themselves.