I let him look at me. All of a sudden I felt him there, in the doorway of my little kitchen, felt him looking at me, my skin tingling a bit where his gaze passed over me. I hadn't heard him coming, though I was very aware of him moving around the apartment, very aware of his presence there with me. Aware of him moving around, looking at things, taking in my home with all of his senses. I had been inexplicably nervous about him coming here, had cleaned up very thoroughly and tried to see my home as he would see it. Inexplicably; because I am not one to be fazed easily. And now he was standing there in the doorway of my kitchen looking at me. And I let him look without acknowledging his presence there; leaning casually against the doorway. Much to my surprise I let him look at me working, grinding coffeebeans or whatever I was doing. Refusing to turn my head, meet his eyes and break the moment, when I suddenly got the impression that he knew, that *I knew* he was looking at me
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Det er de folk man bliver overrendt af, når man går i indre by, som er ansat til at reklamere for diverse NGO'er med videre, det skifter fra dag til dag hvem de reklamerer for.
De fremstår som om de selv er del af organisationen, men det er bare en påtaget rolle.
De vil på den måde have dig til at støtte Unicef, Greenpeace, Amnesty, etc etc etc.
Men facere er blevet så massive, så det er ved at være in your face - ærgerligt, for konceptet var godt og gav mærkbare resultater.
Det er muligt at nogen er fastansatte af organisationen, men jeg har da set indslag i TV Avis/Nyheder om at de af nogen "lejes".
Det giver egentlig også mere mening på den måde, da det så kan koordineres at de ikke går og træder hinanden over tæerne på Nørreport, Kultorvet, Amagertorv/Nytorv-Gl. Torv og hvor de nu ellers hænger ud?
Men jeg skal gerne indrømme jeg ikke er den store ekspert på området. Dog må jeg sige, at jeg er uenig i dit grundliggende positive syn på metode - beklager :)