I arrived a Whitehall, NY train station around noon.
Jacob was late so I wondered around this little town and found a Cafe’ with a wooden sign at the door “ We Are Open!”. It smells like toast and old wood.

There is a table with a couple of girls, train hoppers, I seat next to them.


“Where are you from?”

”Uhm…like, you mean where was I born?”

“𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎. 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛. 𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑...𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟? 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘. 𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑔).”

She makes sure I see what dog she’s talking about. There’s a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, probably around 11 moths old, sleeping behind her chair.

“𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑏𝑖𝑔, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑! 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟!”

“𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠! 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟!”


I order a lemonade ice tea and can’t help noticing this other group of two guys I thought being with this group of girls. One of them is really trying to get the attention of one of the girls.

He comes over and asks them where they are heading too. They eventually exchange numbers. He is goofy and shy.


“𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠, 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑛, 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 are 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑, ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑦.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ.

𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡 18 - 2018
𝑃𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠.
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑁𝑌

Jacob, my friend, eventually joined me. They asked him where to find a laundromat, they are elated to find out there is one just at the end of the road.

Jacob and I left, the two group of kids joined together and headed to the laundromat, maybe they’ll travel together too. On their way to Canada.

Gallery below shot on a digital camera.
Everything is shot on film unless otherwise stated.

Olimpia Soheve