Man in a suit, sitting on a slab of cardboard underneath the bridge I cross to get to Sarajevo from the suburb of Ilidža. He told me stories and stories as I sat by the river next to him, none of which I could understand due to a language barrier. I could not get his name because he could not hear me asking, he went deaf because of the bombs dropping during the war.
What a thought provoking picture. I am fascinated by his face, scanning it to read his life. That he wears a hat and suit speaks of a bygone era. I wish I knew this man.
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