-You’re standing in my sun Mr.
-You’re blocking my view Mr.
-Better get out of the sun before it’s too late Mr.
-Why don’t you borrow some of my sunblock Mr?
He drifted away from me.
Staring at his disappearing neck I tried to understand where he came from, where he was going, what he was looking at. I imagined a gaze somewhere in the horizon. Somewhere beyond. There was something Arabic about him, maybe Egyptian, maybe even Pharaonic? Somehow he resembled the Sphinx. I remember thinking;
we probably have a lot in common.
2013- FIS / Film i Samtidskonsten Bio Zita