"It
was taken in Bagdad."
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When we had exhausted the album Ginkel felt more at ease. He offered me
some tobacco from his pouch. I resumed the original line of questioning.
"Did you have any unusual adventures during your travels or did you get
any ideas that we could fix up for a story," I asked.
"Well," said Ginkel, "I was always a camera bug, you know. I guess that's
what gave me the bug for travelling. To take pictures, you know. I got a
lot more than these, but I ain't mounted them yet."
"Are they like the ones in the book."
"Not quite so good, most of them," Ginkel answered. "They were taken when
I hadn't had much experience."
"You must have been in Russia while the revolution was going on, weren't
you?"
"Oh, yes. I got one there." He opened the book again. "Here," he said.
"This was in Moscow. I was in Moscow when this was taken."
It was another picture of Ginkel slightly out of focus and standing
against a store front. I asked him suddenly who had taken all the
pictures.
"Oh, that was easy," he said. "I can always find somebody to do that. I
take a picture of them first and then they take one of me. I always give
them the one I take of them and keep the one they take of me.
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