Filippa stepped out of the car holding his camera, a Reflex with a 2000mm lens, a small cannon that could capture the fluttering wings of a butterfly a kilometre away.
Shee pointed the camera at the village and started shooting. The powerful lens fixed the worried faces of the villagers: it captured an old woman with stubbly hair who was slowly bending over next to a car door. At the back, a thoughtful young man tried to help her into the seat.
She photographed a hard-faced man driving a crawler on one of the dirt tracks. She stared at a young couple who were loading their trolley into the trunk of a car. She zoomed back with a buzzing sound, focusing on a single shot of the country - a column of cars and trucks full of cattle silently winding along the road.
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