I remember precisely the very first time I wished I had a camera.

Hungary, 1991. It was the last day of work in an orchard after one terribly long month, a month that all of us hated.

Dark clouds in a matter of seconds covered the sunny sky. They rolled in fast and looked so low it was as if you could almost touch them. The rain came just as quickly and its fierce, heavy drops marked the end of those unhappy days.

Everybody ran towards the dorms screaming with excitement, throwing their shoes in the air and just leaving them behind. I can still see the little road covered with dozens of pairs, their owners' countless footprints and streams of water making their way through the muddy soil.

And then there was this light...it was warm and soft, I don't know where it was coming from, because it wasn't supposed to be there. Yet, there it was and it made this tiny path in the middle of the orchard look surreal.