Something that Happen Today to Me Evelina Anissimova
Every Sunday I stand in Brick Lane market. I make print to people who want buy print of their face black on white card. I don’t know why someone want this but it give me my bread so what I can do not give it to them, or? To forget time I listen music, I listen the times they are change and answer blowing in wind and I draw with my hand black face and cut from paper. Today boy with jeans is tight like woman, he come he say nice music man. He smile. I say to him boy why you say to me nice music? Is not my music is Bob Dylan music. People in England they so polite. Someone push Englishman in Tube Englishman say sorry. Child in bus scream Englishman come he say ‘Dear can you be quiet please?’ 17
