Sunday, March 25, 2012

a bedouin woman

I think she is deaf. I was hovering behind her for the longest time but she didn't even turn around to acknowledge me. I was making noises as I took pictures and calling for Sophie to come and meet her. I don't know if she could see very well. It took her quite a bit of time before she realised that we were there. At which time she got up from what she was doing which was lighting a fire to make tea, to show us the postcards and trinkets she had for sale. As usual, Sophie, being the bleeding heart that she is, stopped to buy some postcards.

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