nazira.

the newsroom window at 8 in the morning. the view is a car park and a fig tree.

the photo editor is a woman with grey hair who looks at my prints for four seconds and says "again". that's the training programme.

first assignment: a new bus stop on the avenue. one photograph. "make it look like it matters", she said. i went back three times. on the third, a man in a green cap sat down on the bench exactly at the right moment, the light hit the glass, and i thought: it matters.