St Peter's Square

As i sit here at st peter's square, waiting for the lights to come on for my night shot, i can't help reflecting on all the travelling i've done so far. Has it in any way benefited me? Or have i something more to contribute to this world? After talking to andrew, a friend from uganda, i can get a sense of what poverty is. He says if i come to uganda, he'll borrow a friend's car and drive me around. Not in the city, but in his home town. Then i'll bee able to see the real africa. I know if i tell my parents about this adventure, i will get the same response as i always get. A strict 'NO! Are you out of your mind?' I met joe, an american who has been travelling alot in the middle east, writing short articles and taking stock pictures to fund his travel. He's been away from home for a year and a half. Would i want such a life? Would i want to be on my own, talking to no one, making hi-bye friends along the way? Am i a social creature or am i the jude of yesteryears, quiet, always observing, always watching. I had been targeted by 2 pickpockets today. But they failed. I must say they should be working as magicians instead. One was standing right in front of me, pretending to be very hot, made some eye contact, pretended to be off balanced. And when i look down on my bag which i was carrying in front of me, his bag mysteriously was on top of mine! I immediately tried to feel for my camera, which was the only thing important in my bag. It was there. And strangely enough, the two of them got off at the next stop. And when i looked at my bag, the top pouch was unzipped. Nothing was taken. I said a prayer to thank God.