small wonder // june 12, 2019
day fifteen
I’ve been waking up feeling a little home sick the past few days. I think we walked into the right bar to help cure that a bit. It was a jazz bar with a lot of American style food. We ate burgers and fries etc. then headed down where a Chicago based blues band was absolutely going crazy on the keys, base, drums, guitar and mic… It sounded a bit like home, maybe just because they were singing in english, maybe because the blues are a very American thing.
My problem is I want to be a journalist. Some parts of it don’t sound too fun, but the joy I get from breaking into someones life and connecting with them in order to get quotes or interview them or just get more information, it’s amazing. There is this terror right before hand, but once you finally work up the courage to talk to someone, man it feels good. We really wanted to ask the band if there was a good email to send the good photos to, but we chickened out. We left when they were on a break, and the bass player saw us and chased us down the street to ask if we could possibly send him some of the photos and it just made me really happy, and it made me remember what it felt like to reach into someones life you would otherwise never reach into. I regret that we didn’t make the first move, but I was happy he did.
thoughts in praha 