And On the Third Day…
And on the third day,
I found him.
He sat across from me at the table, gazing into the lense of my camera and into me. The camera becomes an invasive tool. I feel guilty. But in his eyes, I see Truth and purity.
And on the third day,
I found him.
He sat across from me at the table, gazing into the lense of my camera and into me. The camera becomes an invasive tool. I feel guilty. But in his eyes, I see Truth and purity.
As every story has a character, I will tell you about myself. My name is Tanya.
In the story, I am the narrator, the blond girl with the blue eyes who is searching for the little boy of Istanbul.
In real life I work as a publishing specialist and graphic designer.
I also love blogging.
I [...]