Kamran

By kamran

April fool

Hilmar Schulz (41) / Magdeburg / Jobless (before worked as toilet cleaner) / 2 children (a daughter 16 years old and a son 9 years old) /

He was with his friend Andreas. Drinking beer they both behaved like jokers, laughing non-stop and intruding strangers. While Hilmar played mouth organ, Andreas tried to produce the bird sound with a birdy whistle.

Expecting people's behaviour on the street is hard. Sometimes you go to the people and you don't get permission, and when you just want to relax, don't want to photograph anything, you get an invitation to photograph. Latter was the case with me today when I was sitting on a bench at Hasselbachplatz and Hilmar and his friend approached me.
You start photographing them, five, ten, 20 pictures, and then they think that you are from police. You deny it, but one of them (NOT Hilmar) stands up, opens his trouser's buttons, takes his d*** out of the underwear and says "Photograph This".
Shocked, you try to resist, but he shouts again in threatening voice. You are at one of the busiest streets of the town and see people passing by. You don't know how to deal with the situation and accept it. With shy eyes, you point your camera to his private organ and press the shutter button but your camera refuses to focus. Trouble increases with the time. Finally picture is snapped, trouser is taken up. The guy sees the ugly picture on the LCD, gives a loud laugh. You bow your head down with shame. Nerves settle down. They have become your friend now.
First they tell jokes and then start sharing their life stories with you. Laughs disappear, the makeup starts fading out slowly, and you see their real face without any mask.
One of them picks up half-a-kilo stone brick from the footpath, writes HS on it and gives you as a present. In return you give him a ballpoint. The other one gives you a face-cleaning tissue paper and you present him a cigarette lighter. They invite you to join to some bar/ restaurant. You turn down their request and take your tram to home.
On your way back, your bag is full of an unforgettable experience, a stone, and a tissue paper.

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