The woman was of European extraction, tanned, in her fifties or sixties, and was idling at the periphery of the night market, her back against a closed shopfront. She looked tired and was not carrying any bags.
Before I saw the woman, I took pictures of other shoppers. One had put his hand to block my shot, but others had ignored me. Yet after I took her picture, she shouted and in seconds she’d seized my wrist like a shackle. She demanded I delete her image, and I scrolled through the images to the photo in question, shocked by her aggression.
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