i returned to my room and he was lying on my bed with the floral comforter draped over his body. the film camera that i purchased in berlin 4 years prior was sitting on my dresser. I thought about berlin, I thought about alex, i thought about alex in berlin, i thought about both Alex and me, in berlin.
''are you going to take a picture of me?'' he asked in his thick accent as he positioned his body towards the camera and lowered the comforter to show his chest.
''i photograph all my guests" i explained as i focused in on the shot ''so i have them with me even after they've gone''.
