To Watch and Be Watched
On an assignment in South Asia almost two decades ago, I ‘accidentally’ made some ‘sensitive’ pictures at a political rally, and incurred the wrath of the local authorities.
The events that followed resembled that of a bad Hollywood movie and the series of ‘coincidences’ that took place subsequently left me feeling even more paranoid.
I swear that while walking in the busy streets a few days after that eventful night, I was tailed and photographed by a man with a camera hidden in a book, the way it would be done in a spy movie.
I was spooked.