2008 Putland, Somalia

You were a very beautiful Somali dancer. As soon as Jay saw you he fell in love.

You tried to explain to him that he shouldn't talk to you or approach you because your father was too conservative and didn't approve of you communicating with other men.

But he was too enamored with you to be wary of your father. Well, good luck to him in escaping your father's wrath.

"Please? Can I have one of your photos? I'm going to have a section in my book dedicated to Somali girls and... I'd really like to have your photo in it." he tried to explain his thoughts to you in your native language, even if he did it poorly.

He was glistening with sweat. His hands were shaking with excitement, he clutched the camera tighter, looking at you with embarrassment.