Usually, you do not have many chances to photograph the process of a traffic ticket, much less in these times. And besides, now I make things backwards: instead of come down and get closer, I get up and farther.
I saw how the city police stopped the car when I went to buy bread. I ran up to my flat to photograph the scene from the window.
Fortunately, it appears that the emigrant had all the papers.
I saw how the city police stopped the car when I went to buy bread. I ran up to my flat to photograph the scene from the window.
Fortunately, it appears that the emigrant had all the papers.
You can imagine why the traffic ticket, don't you?
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