Fotografia Series: Cho-cho
When I lived in Panama, I came upon this boy one morning as I walked down to the river for an early bath. He was alone, silent, almost still. Small and unblinking, he looked at me like I was an apparition.
I returned to the same spot after my bath, and he was still there, waiting. He followed me home to my hut and disappeared.
After that, each morning he would reappear in the same spot, and then walk up the mountain with me. We never exchanged a single word, but sometimes we held hands.
I nicknamed him "Cho-cho", which sounds a little like "train" in his language.
Fotografia-Series-#5:Cho-Cho-Panama-2014