I have kept them on my computer for several years -  those faded photographs of people who have long passed away that someone brought as preparatory material for the  "Nomad" movie. From time to time, I opened and looked through them- at first as a historical and exotic given, easily presented yet rather unnecessary,  gazing at an outward entourage only; but as I peered into them little by little I began to recognize an excitement arising within. Things that used to appear so distant and unnecessary have now got closer and came alive.
I began to recognize myself - in this girl, looking sullenly at the sun; and in a young woman, with a face at the same time tender and restless; and in a mother near a sleeping child; and in a woman busy with their chore. They became part of my memory of things that had never happened to me; things that I never seen nor felt. This touched me.