(Publisher's Description) I look at these pictures. Old photographs, taken in the late sixties in Hamburg and Stockholm. They bring back memories of kinship, fearfulness, undisguised curiosity and our solidarity. Photography was rarely the main issue. What counted then was meeting people and exploring different realities. The same things still count. Now I see the pictures from a changed perspective. But they link together what was then with what is now. My questions of then are my questions of now. I recognize them, though the answers no longer carry the same weight. So I continue to ask my questions. Be wary of: Nicely formulated principles and truths. Useless feelings of guilt and sins of the past or while we're at it, a photography resembling pretty adjectives. On the other hand, I like private diaries and family albums.