©Raneem Al Daoud

She loved to dance so she used it as a method to get money. In their country it is usually a taboo. But not for this family. Her dad supported her by playing music for her in front every passer, to make money… Their choice of colors made it more possible to be loved by the passers, and I was one of the lovers who appreciated their street art of dance music and beautiful energy. 

I was one of the insatiables. The ones you’d always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they’d been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist’s cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us… from the world.