The Refugee story was, at times heartbreaking. On the one hand you had people who were leaving secure jobs in Kosovo for an uncertain further, and on the other hand, families who were living on 60 or 70 Euro a month. The common denominator among all of the people we spoke to was that they wanted to work for a better future.
As I open my suitcase, the stench of burned brown coal stings the inside of my nose, evoking good memories of a trip that was over much too soon. The glint in the eye of the many Protagonist’s open faces I stared into, stare back at me, in my mind’s eye, every time I blink. Kosovo, Europe’s youngest country, has me under her spell.
A Little less than a month in, and I am starting to really like using the A7ii.
This camera has not been all love all the time. The files are noisy over iso 400, the focus peaking is not very accurate wide open, and the white balance has a very strange sense of humour while the dynamic range and exposure latitude of the raw files just isn't that amazing. However what it does do well, it does very well.
As a child, I so desperately wanted to join the boy scouts. My parents, for their own reasons, thought that the scouts were an autocratic organisation based upon a military structure. I didn't get to join… However the scouts motto stayed with me: “Be Prepared!”. OK I added the exclamation mark.