Wednesday, October 2, 2013


There's an old woman that sits outside of my house every day at 5 PM. She sits on a small plastic chair with a handkerchief over her hair, the cutest little black shoes and a long dress. Every time I walk past her I smile and say hello. I've noticed that she doesn't speak English but she always smiles and nods her head. There's something about her, her eyes, that reminds me of Goose. 

I decided the other day that I wanted to photograph her. Knowing the language barrier would be an issue, I set out with a plan b, a translation on my phone asking to take her photo. I walked downstairs today and said, "Do you speak English?" 

She grabbed both of my hands and said something so endearing that I could not understand. Her eyes spoke to me and let me know the sincerity in her words. I tried to show her my phone with the translation but she waved her hand as if she couldn't read. I then said the only word I knew, babooshka- you remind me of my babooshka. I ran upstairs to get my camera, came downstairs and she waved her hand in front of her face as if she did not want her picture taken. 

Defeated I came upstairs and snuck a picture through the blinds in my window. I watched as she contined to look upstairs for me. As I left the house she grabbed for my hands again while speaking in Russian. The sweetest lady, I just want to be able to speak to her. 

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