ABSTRACT
“She showed me … a very tiny picture of her husband.… the photographer enlarged it … a picture of her husband who had died, it was the only one she had.… she opened it up … her husband life sized … she kissed it and kissed it and kissed it and cried.… I realise now that not only do they leave their everything they have very few precious things to bring and they don’t have many photos, some do, but some have no photos … and we take photos for granted.” 1
