All I can tell at this point is that I had to flee from the island a few weeks ago (perhaps later I will explain for what reason), that I grabbed my money and my camera and all, took the first plane and that was it. And now I’m here, in this city on the other side of the globe, and if you should ask what I am doing here, well, I take pictures of the other side of the street. My camera is on a tripod by the window right under the shades and every once in a while I kneel down and press the button. I don’t even look through the viewfinder. Just press the button. It passes the time and it keeps my grandfather in my vicinity. He designed this camera, you see. I often just sit around and look at the thing. The perky way it watches the other side. The shape of its pentaprism. It relaxes me.