February 7th 2016

Sorry, how to go to Oxford Street?” The polite and firm voice asked the middle-aged couple at the traffic light.
“Sorry, I don’t know,” explained the woman.
A chap carrying a clearly heavy camera, with a windshield-covered mic, stopped to help.
“Where are you trying to go to?”
“Yes, it’s a bit of a long walk… You need to head through Leicester Square, and then Regents Street.”
Looking at the map, the woman wasn’t phased by what appeared to be a great journey on foot.
“Where is Charing Cross Road?” She asked patiently.
“This is it,” he replied, in a moment of recognition.
“Where is Oxford Street?” She said, politely hiding her “aha” moment.
“Well, it’s just through to the end of this road,” he said, sheepishly.
“Thank you!”
Meanwhile, the person whom the filmmaker was meant to be interviewing, came back.
“I am so sorry!”
Peace and love,
Ja’far

“Sorry, how to go to Oxford Street?” The polite and firm voice asked the middle-aged couple at the traffic light.

“Sorry, I don’t know,” explained the woman.

A chap carrying a clearly heavy camera, with a windshield-covered mic, stopped to help.

“Where are you trying to go to?”

“Yes, it’s a bit of a long walk… You need to head through Leicester Square, and then Regents Street.”

Looking at the map, the woman wasn’t phased by what appeared to be a great journey on foot.

“Where is Charing Cross Road?” She asked patiently.

“This is it,” he replied, in a moment of recognition.

“Where is Oxford Street?” She said, politely hiding her “aha” moment.

“Well, it’s just through to the end of this road,” he said, sheepishly.

“Thank you!”

Meanwhile, the person whom the filmmaker was meant to be interviewing, came back.

“I am so sorry!”

Peace and love,

Ja’far

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