Now the skinhead man spotted me, perhaps even recognized me, and picked up his pace. “Over here!” I called out, pointing to the parking lot. Finally, I spotted one of the organizers wandering through the crowd with the armed guard. I began to take multiple photos on my cellphone. I moved along the outside of the crowd, plotting his trajectory through them, caught sight of him, and continued to follow him. The bearded skinhead immersed himself in a dense crowd of people and appeared to apologize profusely as he pushed his way through them.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |