Kevins Kārters ir fotogrāfs kas saņēma Pulicera balvu par fotogrāfiju kuru uzņēma Sudānā. Drīz pēc tam Kevins veica pašnāvību, jo nespēja dzīvot ar to ko bija redzējis. Viņa pirmsnāves vēstules teksts bija šāds:
“I am depressed … without phone … money for rent … money for child support … money for debts … money!!! … I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain … of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners…I have gone to join Ken if I am that lucky.”
Diezgan briemiigi!!! Forograafija ar (ne jau kvalitaates vai izskata zinjaa), bet tajaa kas tur atteelots. Protams, ka taa ir skarbaa realitaate. Un kaut ko shitaadu dziivee redzot tieshaam var nespeet dziivot
ja visi cilveeki taisiitu pashnaaviibas peec kautkaa shausmiiga redzeeta, buutu ljoti maz cilveeku un
There’s a lot of good that could come from it.
Some of the things:
A job will open…
An apartment will become available…
There’ll be more air for me…
They say there’s two girls for every guy – if you’re a man, there’ll be four chicks for me…
There’ll be more Ketel One vodka for me…
There’ll be one less idiot in line at the bank who gets up to the window without their F*#King slips filled out…
I won’t ever have to go to the store to buy my favorite Salt & Vinegar Chips and have the clerk point at you and say, “They bought the last bag”….
Zinu zinu, tikai izlasi lidz galam 🙂 forsha dziesma.