In the Plaza Botero in Medellin Colombia, a half man levers his way across my my field of vision and I instinctively shoot his photograph. I feel guilty, I am scared of him. I tell my self it is my job not to look away but I question my motives. I stoop to give him money he did not ask for. He swings himself closer to me, removes the glue bottle from his mouth and looks too deep into into my eyes. I am so busted. He takes the money but does thank me, he will not let me off that easy. He turns and pivots, traversing the entire plaza faster than I could run.