We live in a quiet, residential area in a small town around a hundred kilometers south of Frankfurt. Houses in the neighbourhood – elegant sloped-roof cottages – have well maintained gardens, which, come spring, exhibit impressive blooms. Each morning I look forward to the ritual of lifting the window shutters and taking in the image of a pretty neighbourhood draped in sunny, wet, cloudy, misty or snowy outfits.
This morning I casually looked out into the street when I saw a man dressed in red shirt and trousers, standing awkwardly with his legs apart in front of a tall hedge that surrounds a nearby cottage. He was a dark skinned person, very much like the Sri Lankans we see in these parts, and in his hands were a bunch of white papers. What caught my attention were his peculiar mannerisms: he looked this way and that, like a boy about to commit some mischief, and then thrust his papers into what seemed to be an opening in his shirt. Then, he slowly turned towards the hedge.
“Oh NO!” I cried, “Not HERE!”
It was unbelievable, outrageous and incredibly hilarious. I hopped to the bedroom, picked up my camera, and was back at the window while he was still at it.
Although it was difficult to keep the camera steady (my wife and I were laughing so much) I managed to capture what is, without doubt, the photo of this week.