I took this photo of Laguna de Chicabal when I came to Guatemala the first time, in February 2016. The journey was a test run for this project and had the purpose of clarifying the following: Do I feel comfortable with the security situation in central America? Is my Spanish is good enough to get along? Do my idea and picture language work?
I went up to the Laguna de Chicabal very early on a cloudy day. It was a comfortable two hours walk and I remember that I was constantly thinking if this would be a useless exercise, or if I would get lucky and I would see the lagoon. Reaching the summit the sun came out to my delight and I decided to take a walk around the lagoon. I saw a lot of altars and many faded flower offerings. To the local Maya population this lagoon is a sacred place. It was a pleasurable walk but until now I had not found the picture I was hoping for. I remember that I was just about to return when I saw an elderly indigenous couple arrive at the shore.
I pretended not to be interested, knowing perfectly well that the locals do not like to be photographed and prepared for my descent. Luckily, they were probably just as exhausted as I was when I arrived at the crater and so they did not pay any attention. When they arrived, they fell on their knees and began to prey. I knew that this was my chance to take this photo and so I sneaked up on them and took this shot. Up to this day, I am thankful for the opportunity, knowing perfectly well, that I stole this moment from them.
For my German friends: Beim Stöbern nach der Legende der Lagune habe ich einen höchst amüsanten Bericht eines Landsmann gefunden, der denselben Weg ging und den ich mit euch teilen möchte: