I love the pictures when I pose with women, who I meet on the way. With many there is a mutual respect. They grab my hand, I touch their backs, we lean towards each other and take pictures. It feels like finding new sisters. We smile at each other, we use our hands and feet to communicate. They take pictures with their mobile phones and I take pictures with my camera. We can hardly ever talk to each other. Who knows how we would feel if we talked: More or less connected? I wonder what they tell their families and friends when they show the pictures to them?
day 188: connected
