Gurgaon / New Delhi / India / 19.03.2020
Goa / India / 01.02.2011
Park Hyatt Goa Resort and Spa. Paradise on earth. For 5 days we did not go outside the park complex to have a decent look around. A photo session for a clothing brand. We finish the shoot and have time for ourselves. It is a hot torrid day, the sun is high, the sky is clear and we have a few hours before returning to Poland. 300 metres behind the hotel park in a hut by the beach where Indians are giving massages. I’m going along the shoreline for my first Ayurvedic massage. I am. Time slowed down first and then stopped. I am walking back on the beach, to the hotel and the crew waiting on me. My feet are buried in hot sand. The sun is hurting my eyes. I lower my head and speed up, I have to make my flight. My feet are sinking further and further and instead of footprints in the sand, they leave irregular pits. I’m slowing down. There is a trace. I raise my head and walk slowly ahead. I’ll make it. My footprints are left behind in the sand. The taxi driver speeds up. We have a plane to catch. We pass by so many things without paying attention to them. Not noticing them. I ask him to slow down. To stop. I want to take a last photo, a photo of a place I hadn’t seen from the hotel and which we would have passed by in a hurry.