A passionate kiss at the cafe Pixie, Bopa plads, Copenhagen.
Often when I see a couple like this in love at a cafe, I am immidiately reminded of Peter Turnley and his wonderful book “The french kiss, a love letter to Paris” which I own.
This time, in Copenhagen, the couple was kissing for so long that I had time to get my camera from my bag and shoot.
The chairperson of the fisher women Ms. Josebin spoke up, saying that she had second thoughts about the process and that there were, in fact, more women who had met the strict criteria of what “most vulnerable” meant, and not 52. She insisted that the mistake be corrected immediately. This meant that the NGO, in effect, would have to triple its contribution. Basta…
This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago after visiting a fisher village in the Southern part of Tamil Nadu, India.
It was very controversial at that time, still is I believe: How does a well-renowned and good-hearted NGO cope with a strong community that has it’s own ideas about how to share and how to deal with relief aid?
The story was edited by many editors and have lost quite a few of it’s sharp teeth. But the dilemma still stands: what to do with the fierce fisher women that everybody fears?
