The white ribbon

I couldn't forget her smile.

They say that sometimes, somehow, some people must meet each other.

I missed my bus station, so I walked further to find to closest one....when I saw this beautiful lady.

"Hi!" "How are you?" she said, like we've know from forever!

Then she sat next to me and she didn't leave her laugh even for a second. I learned from another lady, who sat next to us, that she is a great dancer...at her 91 years old! I always loved when grandmothers used to have silky hair like Ms Konstantina's and her white lace appeared like a soft secret. Her fingers looked like a professional pianist and she was always fixing her hair when I said the word "picture", even if I wasn't shooting her hair

She asked me to meet her again some day, to see her dancing.