More Harlem later.
The big dog on the photo below is dead now. He was named Bruno. Bruno was shot by his owner, the guy on the third image. He shot his dog, because he bit his other dog to death. The other dead dog is on the third image.
The dog story ends here.
It took place in Hungary, where the smoking guy with the leaf on his head bought a farm in the 90′s. His barn was often used for sleeping. The sleeping guy is Björn and he is smoking inside a lake after we caught fishes by hand and nothing else. Gypsy-technique. The shirt should protect against leeches, but that didn’t work.
As we caught fishes in a small pond, this is a much bigger lake. Its big but shallow and equipped with a real good catwalk!
Below, you see two guys from New York. I worked with them at a shelter in Harlem. The shelter was run by a priest. From one day to the next the priest suddenly left his community and stole all the money. True story.
Some kermis night shots.
I went there with a guy who is a little bit like the Rain Man. At a shooting stand for air guns he always targeted the guy who was running the booth. He never put the rifle towards the plastic roses or metal wild pigs. Luckily, he was not quick on the draw.