The place we will stay tonight has no electricity because a few of the families in the village haven’t paid their bills (so everyone in the village loses their power because there is no way to turn off power individually—yet another holdover from communism).  The family next to the power station is very nice and I take a Polaroid of the little girl with her father. I am just bending over her shoulder to see how the Polaroid is developing and she turns and kisses my cheek in such a sweet way… Polaroids are magic and they are just . . . take a picture—give a picture . . . but this kiss was something. She was so grateful and giving her this little photograph was such a simple, easy thing to do.