And how did we live before without cameras, which fix every second of our life?
The first professional photo session with the participation of my son took place a few hours after its appearance. But I did not have time to ask the surname of the photo chopper. A fragile girl whose accent clearly gave the French origin, appeared in my ward so suddenly that I didn't even understand what was happening. And she could not really explain to: just delusitously put the equipment and began to take pictures, saying something in French.
The first reaction was: chant to the damn mother. But while I thoughtfully, how would she tactfully point to the door, the case was done.
At the discharge, I was presented with a whole disk with the very photo session. And I thought about the friend. Why is it believed to photograph a child - not a very good sign? Prejudice? Stupidity? But after all, I was really very afraid, when an unfamiliar girl suddenly began to spin around his son and make hundreds of frames per minute.
On the other hand, here in Thailand, I soon had to put up with the fact that the child is photographed everywhere and always. I do not know why thousands of Thai, Hindus, Chinese and others like the pictures of someone else's little boy, but why, at the sight of him, they immediately cast their affairs and begin to photograph. Yes, it is clear that the blue-eyed child with white skin looks more exotic for many Asians. But the Europeans on Phuket is such a quantity! Why is my son calls such a mad reaction?
In a word, I didn't find any perntive reason. But decided to relax. Well, not to beat the camera, in the end. But sometimes I want so much - especially at the form of the Chinese. If the same Thais or Burmese neatly ask permission to take a picture, then these are especially not ceremony. And since the Chinese go companies on a fifty-hundred people, then unplanned photo shoots turn into something frightening. I remember one of the first of our appearance on the street. A delegation from the Middle Kingdom was passed by. Tourists watched around the sides until they discovered me with her son. And here it began terrible: hundreds of Chinese, sweeping each other with his elbows, tried to make a photo of my son.
But the popularity of my child among the Asian population, as it turned out, can bring some dividends somewhere ...
Continued ...
Read the previous history of Olga here, and where it all starts - here.