Two minutes after I walked in Anastasia's studio I already felt naked
it took her one minute to see all my guards and two more to let me know there is no way I can keep them on
There is something comforting about the directness of this woman I thought, like home.
I left my apartment in Tel Aviv two month ago , leaving the craziness and the fear of terror behind to find again what I'm living for, it's just so easy to forget.
But as a vagabond with one bag on my shoulder not knowing where I'll rest my had the next night life's keep pushing me to act, if not it will be a very cold night
So I have to know what I want and ask for it
I'm not a child any more, my body is changing and soon I'll turn thirty.
I feel how my youth are dripping out
In the studio Anastasia collect those drops and throw them back in my face "once you turn thirty you don't care any more! I can finally do what I really want!" she said
I laugh and start to cry
Feeling time chasing me, calling me names pushing me to the corner
“any person how comes here can take my nude photos to If he likes!" she said
We are equal I think
She stop photographing, we are facing each other, woman to woman, foreigner to foreigner. I'm feeling her pain I see her guards now
I know I'm not alone.