The young Serbian man who handed me a piece of paper with the address of his Facebook account last time came today and reproachfully said:

– You didn’t add me.

– I’m sorry, I don’t have too much time to surf the internet at the moment. Are you all right?

He shrugs, a strained smile crossing his face.

– I’m sad.

– I’m sad. Why?

He hesitates, then explains something about the Gare de l’Est, where someone is working dobrovol’no, how do you say it in French?

– Volunteer!

The Russian woman who agreed to pose last time has come today. She is smiling but with an embarrassed look on her face. For some reason, her face is covered with red spots.

– So, shall we start our session?

She is embarrassed. No, not today.

– Yes, why? You did sign up for it!

– No, no, some other time. My husband is dead.