entrance of the park on 89th And； making his way by
the crowd； talking to people while looking through his video camera； was a pale girl in
black above； a knitted hat and black bat boots to black。
Dan followed by steps of stone that led to the dam and it sat on a bench near the park with
a man about thirty years； short red hair and skin Freckled who wore a face ski jacket with
dark…gray hooded fur。 The man was sitting on the bare hands and seemed to be watching
intensely Vanessa。
… See how she gets behind the people before they show and talk with them？ … Asked the man to
Dan； pointing to Vanessa。 … It is as if she wanted to know what they do not know about
themselves。
Dan seats。 Who the hell was this guy； anyway？
… I love the way she mixes with the background at times； being so quiet； letting people do
what they are doing。 She is beautiful。
Dan turned and faced the subject。 I wanted to give him a punch。
The man raised his hand。
… Hi； I'm Ken Mogul； filmmaker … he said。 … You make movies？
Dan shook his head briefly。
… No … the breath of it floated to the sky in lufadas cold and white。 … I am a po