Some friends moved in a new appartment, an old lady used to live there, she lived alone. she died alone. She was found dead in her vomit, next to her bed, on the wooden floor. There was a few things left in the appartment, in a cupboard, a projector and a box of slides. On every photo, it was her, only her, as a tourist, somewhere. Looking at the camera, always. I wish I met this lady before. I'd like to know who she was . Curiosity is a strange feeling, I wonder if photos still make this effect on people. Do they?