prowling around the village of Pacsa, i realized a middle-aged gipsy woman looking at me from a window of a tumble-down cottage with an honest grin on the face. i stopped to take some shots of her sculpture-like figure. after a while, her children showed up in the yard and started to pose for my photographs enthusiastically, naturally, with no inhibitions at all. that wonder took about an hour but can't be sure. i totally lost my sense of time.