The first time I saw the little kid in his grandfather’s arms I immediately had to think of The Tin Drum. That boy reminded me so much of Oscar. The look on his face, critical and curious. The way he had his ice cream without moving his eyes. Actually it felt a bit creepy.
But after a few minutes later he warmed up to me was was happy to be photographed. His grandfather was very conscious about the dirty environment in their Roma ghetto on the outskirts of Sofia. He wanted me to take their photograph only in one direction – towards their house.