I passed in an alley in Kavaja. I saw an old engine and a bottle of milk on the sidewalk.
I do not know why they stayed close to each other. I liked it just like two unrelated objects and decided to photograph it.
Without firing even twice I hear a man screaming running towards me. It was flushed as if I had taken the bottle of milk.
Do not photograph the engine. Disappear, I will kill.
What did you tell him?
I will kill what do you do here?
I have no job, I am photographing the road.
Give me the camera
I do not give the camera
Give me that I will kill
If he kills me he can not open my camera
I will kill you if you photograph the engine
But why is your engine?
It's not my engine, but I'll kill it again
Calm down, I told him.
You are not ashamed of mascara, you photograph in the streets.
Calm down I did not photograph anything
Disappear that I will kill disappear quickly.
I disappeared.
Now I have a question for you.
Can this man explain what this man had?
Do you think you look like someone on this site?
I do not know how to give the engine and in my life I have never drunk milk.