I’m not sure how I took this picture. I didn’t know this man, and I’m not the type to take pictures of someone I’ve never met who was where he was because of leperasy. But this man was different. As I walked through the dorm full of beds of men recovering from leperosy, his eyes followed me. I looked at him, and our eyes locked. I nodded slowly, with my best attempt to say hello and acknowledge his suffering but apparent strenght. Without words he seemed to understand my gesture of honest respect. We continued to look at each other, and so I motioned to him to take his picture. (2003)
Perhaps I will meet others like this man, but for now I’m waiting in the Newark airport.