2010, from Autobiography, in my iPad application Horvatland.
I moved to Lahore, in the north of the country, where the heat was bearable and where I found a job with a small advertising agency. The young secretary, who was Christian and therefore allowed to leave her face uncovered, gave me Urdu lessons. Opposite my office was a monument to Rudyard Kipling, who had lived in that city, and a tonga rank – tongas being those two-wheeled carriages pulled by small, skeletal horses, whose owners drove them at a permanent gallop. For a rupee, you could take one to the Red Fort, the fortress of the Mughals, or to the edge of the old bazaar, which pretty much fitted my idea of what a medieval town might have looked like. There was also a photographers’ shop, not far from my office, and the assistant there soon learnt to process my films without over-developing them and to redo my prints as often as it took until I was happy. I could then send them to Herr Anker, who was the chief editor of Die Woche in Zurich and a great fan of mine, as well as to press agencies in Paris, Munich, London and New York. It was a huge stroke of luck to be able to see my contact sheets, choose my images and supervise the printing, rather than leaving all that to some editor (which was what the photographers from Life and Magnum had to do when they were travelling abroad).