We met in the afternoon because she needed to sleep in the morning. She just had a 12 hours long night shift. She works for a money-counting and accountancy firm, where she counts and packs cash every night. She commented – 'it is a good job, I can finally pay my bills' She was unemployed for years, and when the Roma Presscentre was forced to close down, she lost her flat.
She was quiet during the shooting, quickly apologised and waved goodbye; 'God bless you, my dear!' As she walked down the stairways, I was suddenly left with a feeling of emptiness.