Living a nomadic lifestyle made me feel each city carried its own sense of time. So this is how I wrote about them in my first book, A European Odyssey; How a boxer’s daughter found grace.
Prague, in particular, allowed time to open up. When I caught women on camera they were like perfectly cut out stories.
Outside our apartment one morning I found three women walking, they were together, yet separate; 3 generataions? This tribe didn’t always appear warm, at first, and if I threw a smile their way I didn’t expect one back – yet the people inspired romance and fueled the imagination.
One time I bought art supplies and while walking out the door of the store I realized it would be impossible to carry them all home. There wasn’t a taxi rank nearby but there was a student. She appeared out of nowhere. She offered to help, I said no, I live about at least 45 minutes away. She said, no worries, my boyfriend won’t be out of class for another hour, so I have time.
She gently removed the canvases from underneath my arm, we walked home and she came in for tea and a talk. I listened to her life and to her politics and thought she just might change the world.
Always know hope.