The Dragonfly picture is a 6×4 printout, the paper is glossy and thick. It is still in a good shape. Unfortunately, I cannot find the film’s stripes containing that picture. Only two more photographs survived from that film roll. The first one is a portrait of my classmate Boccino – taken in the hotel room where we were staying; the other is a snapshot of my friend Pamela and I sitting close together on the homebound coach. There is another picture from that trip that often comes to my mind: a gigantic plastic cricket.
Despite the subject being completely out of focus, I remember being so in love with that photograph.
For years, I kept moving it from school journal to school journal, until – without ever realizing – I lost touch with it. Like toys, some photographs become seemingly too ‘childish’ when you grow into a teenager. And so, becoming one, I brushed out of my room all those pictures embodying old memories and – possessed by the future – I jumped into the new digital era, where the PC was king. Today, a ‘grown-up’ that I am, I dig into dusty boxes looking for my old toys. Maybe, one day, I am going find the gigantic plastic cricket again.