"Hello, are you married?"
As a foreign woman over thirty, wandering alone across Eastern Europe, this is the most common question I am asked. When I’m in the mood to joke, I point to my camera as my companion. But this doesn't really help. It would be smarter just to lie: "Yes, I am!”.
In the Republic of Moldova or Georgia for example, a woman over 25 without a ring on her finger appears
suspicious. People worry or pity her, wondering why she hasn't met Prince Charming yet.
I confront and play with stereotypes in societies that, torn between Eastern and Western values, remain patriarchal. I challenged every man I found interesting who crossed my path (always asking me the same question) and make them pose for a photograph so I got to be the one in control. As if, perhaps, he could be "The One". What if?