Photo taken in the fishermen neighborhood at Barra do Dande in Angola. The girl was not the model that I expected. By accident I found her staring at me while preparing the machine to fire towards a group of friends. The expression and your look imprisoned immediately. It was like I was asking silently a larger world than spent most of your time working in the dried fish. The melancholic touch exposed the soul of a child who wanted to just be. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just being a kid.