My Name is Kai and I am a Photographer… at least I want to be a Photographer. Right now I am just a business student in a crappy University with Achromasia (color blindness). You may be wondering now why a wannabe photographer is studying Business. Well, the answer is easy, my parents forced me to study because they say Photographer is not a real job, not stable etc. you know what crap they come up with if they try to convince you to do what they want you to do. How ever I might be a student now but I will not stay that forever once I am finished with my studies I will move far away from this village at the ass of the world. For real who would want to live in this Dump who everyone knows everything about each other. There are no other news than the outstanding curtains from the neighbor. Whatever... Whatever don’t be upset over stupid things, get a hold of yourself Kai! Soon I am out of here, soon there will be nobody who knows me anymore, nobody who judges me for who I am. Soon I'll be free to breathe again. There is freedom in the end of my way.

I plug my earphones in and tap start. I opened my bag and searched for my Camera while David Draiman’s voice poured through my headphones. Found it! Since it was Friday Evening and classes were over I could go and take a few pictures. Carefully I put a close-up lens on the camera and tried to find a good spot to take a picture of the flower in front me as the sound of a voice startled me. I was used to people ignoring me so I wondered when the last time was someone spoke to me. I put my cap back on since I took it off to take a picture, pulled a earplug out of my ear and turned around, staring at a handsome man just about my age. It took me longer than it should to understand the words the young man said to me and to come up with a answer. „What are you doing?“ The man repeated friendly. What am I doing? Well that was a good question right now I sat on the side walk both legs in a abnormal position and my upper body bend over as if I had to throw up.

The stranger who looked now worried since I sat there staring on him for to long changed his question: „Are you okay?“. And I quickly hold up my camera stuttering „Ph- Photos“ and hoped he didn’t realize my blush who was totally not because a hot stranger spoke to me rather because I didn’t spoke to someone for almost a day now.

„I am taking a Photo.“ I cleared my throat and corrected myself hoping he would lose interest and walk away so that I could finish what I was trying to do. I should have known better since the man hadn’t took his eyes of me for a second in the time I tried to reply. Instead he answered way to enthusiastic (if you ask me): „You are a Photographer? Thats so cool! I study Design so I like basically everything what has anything to do with Art. Well off course not every design student likes everything what has anything to do with Art. But me.“ ‚Basically‘ a word I would never use, because nothing is basic, there is no basic to anything just a lot of individual things who form one.

But despite that what was I supposed to answer? I mean how do conversations actually work? I always struggle with coming up with a reply if it isn’t clear what the other part of the conversation wants to hear. Should I stay quit? Should I agree? Should I ask something? Should I change the topic? Too many Questions not enough answers. I decided to stay simple in hope I didn’t have to communicate anymore and replied with a confused „Yeah?“. He laughed. It was a warm laugh with a lot of heart in it. „I am sorry I talk to much. You don’t even know me yet.“ He stated, „Let me introduce myself! My Name is Alexander but you can call me Al. I transferred into the university nearby and -like I said- I am a Design Student.“ „So, whats your Name?“ He added after a short break to take a breath.

„Kai.“ I answered.