Zahra, Mr. Book and I, at the book fair in the Queen Sirikit Convention Center. We grabbed Mr. Book as he was passing by, poor guy didn't even know who the hell had been pulling and shoving him here and there- then flashes and flashes of the camera. We spoke to him in broken thai and english. We instructed him to face this way while physically turning him another way, and thanking him at the same time. He could not even pause long enought to take a peek at us. Soon as we finished he hurried away, like some victim of mauling. We didn't even by a single book.