Somebody is watching me

Rome is a beautiful place, as I have probably mentioned before. Its is also a place where every amateur photographer gets froth in the corner of their mouths, taking millions of pictures of everything, from garbage to monuments, many also likes to take pictures of other people, which we all know, other people seldom think is very nice.

Being one of those Romans, I am now a involuntary piece of this display, which is public property for the photographers. In the beginning you get quite paranoid, when you stand somewhere with a view, and just as you turn around you realize that you just became the stranger, that made his picture personal. Hearing the #click# of the camera, looking into a wide lens. Or the more sneaky one, where somebody is passing you on the street having a camera hanging around the neck, and just as you get close, he puts his hands on the camera, very discreet, aims the camera, and you can here that #Click#.

Even the statues sometimes seems to be starring down on you, from everywhere:



I am only paranoid when I get very tired, but I don't believe myself to be important enough for any secret conspiratorial group to be watching me. But who can ever be completely certain.

No wonder some people get a sense of somebody is watching them.

Have a nice weekend, and don't take pictures of strangers.