I have interesting stories behind some of my pictures. While I was at the Zoo I went close to the ostrich and ostrich was in bad mood and it started attacking me. While in Damascus, once I was trying to take a picture of The Old city wall. There was a man who said to me – ‘give me your documents’. In that moment I felt very scared (because it was during the war time in 2012). So I even didn’t ask if he has a permission to look at my documents. When I was in Old city of Jerusalem I went to the Western wall. It was during the Shabbat (Hebrew: שַׁבָּת, “rest” or “cessation”). I saw few pigeons and I decided to take some pictures of them. But there was a woman who came close to me and said ‘don’t take pictures’. Why , I wondered. Then I understand that during the time of Shabbat is forbidden to work and taking of pictures is some sort of pushing the buttons … i.e. work. In Milano I went to famous cosmetic shop Kiko and I wanted to take some pictures, just to feel the atmosphere and then there was a woman who said it’s forbidden to take pictures. Anyways, to be a photographer sometimes is difficult, even if you are tourist….