I have a deep love for my little cute Nearly every day i carry this sweet baby in my bag, and if something catches my attention i take pictures of it. Mind you, i dont do it professionally (not even close to it), but it makes me happy and all fuzzy inside. One goes out and drink to be happy, and i take pictures of people, bugs, things, houses, you name it i got it. Close to my work youll always find someone making music to earn a few bucks. Sometimes there is a young man playing the guitar, sometimes a woman singing, and sometimes an older man playing violin. I always turn off the mp3 player to listen to his music, and if i have a few coins in my pocket i pay for the little happiness his music produces in the early morning. Last week i had my Z2 baby with me, and decided to take pictures of him. Before doing that, i asked him if that would be alright. Mind you, its an act of fear and not politeness. One day an old woman decided to hit me with her walking stick cause she thought i was taking pictures of her. The violin player was okay with that, and even posed for me (which i usually hate. the natural factor of the picture is lost, and the photo will turn out artificial and far from “real life”-ish). When i finished he asked me if i could give him a picture. He didnt really ask with words, it was more a physical language we talked. I dont speak hungarian (which i would love to learn), and he didnt understand me that well. I promised to bring him the pictures as soon as they got developed. Yesterday we met again, but i didnt pick up the photos yet. He seemed sad and somewhat suspicious about me not bringing him the pictures like i promised him to. I told him that ill be around today around 5pm, and would he bere here then? Yes, of course. You should have seen his eyes when he saw the photos. I got A4 sized prints, and gave him 3. For myself i kept 3 other prints. He took my hand and said “Danke Madame” and mentioned that his family in Hungary will get those pictures. I made this man smile and be happy with merely 2 minutes of taking pictures, and a few euros for getting the prints. His happiness made me happy, just like his violin music in th early morning.