Hidden Thoughts

“Do you think he ended up marrying a girl from India”, she asks, pointing at a black-and-white photograph of English skinheads from the 1980s. We’re alone in the gallery, her words echo in my head. I want to answer her question but my mind is in action – ends up at another photograph, not the one she wants to talk about. We disagree – again

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