This man asked me to take his photograph. My guide told me he was the ‘village drunk’. I didn’t see that side of him. I did see sad eyes though. I felt a warmth from him. Compassion. even understanding. He spoke to me for a while. I showed him the photos I’d taken of the village. We smiled and laughed and I held onto his hand just a little too long when he shook mine to say goodbye. I’m not sure what he said.