Sun 1st of August 2010 – Generations

When I was in Bangladesh last May I met a guy called Numan in the airplane. He told me to visit his village, which I did. We went to his old school, where I met one of the teachers. That teacher took me to his mother who he said is 114 years old. He asked me to take their portrait and then call his son, Mukul, who lives near me in London, and give him this photograph. I have but they yet have to return my call, I'll try again though.