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  • Portfolio
    • Epicurean
    • Portraits
    • Aorta
    • Lost youth
    • Lava light
    • Floating ghosts
    • Messias
    • Suburban bourgeoisie
    • Shoo shoo
    • Audiophile
    • Through the Looking Glass
    • Behind closed curtains
    • Into the wild
    • Les rêves et cauchemars
    • Tribute to Cartier-Bresson
    • Video
      • The Way Out
      • I am the Google
      • Ruiskop
      • When I sleep
      • Lampion
    • More
      • Happy suburbia
      • Deep space nz
      • Prison
      • Cloud makers
      • Dusk till dawn
      • Working on the Railroad
      • Sympathetic store fronts
      • Outer worlds
      • Shqipëri, land of the eagles
      • A forest
      • Haunted attic
      • The hotel
      • Eat nature
      • Randəm
  • Info

Imagine you had to flee as a sixteen-year-old kid, from Eritrea, or from Syria. There you are in Eindhoven or Zoetermeer. No idea what is expected of you, and numb. Been through too much to shake it off. Or you are being hunted in your own neighborhood, nowhere safe from the all-seeing police cameras that hang everywhere. Or you have been rejected by your mother and therefore do not understand what love is. That loverboy who says he will teach you. Lonely, not being part of anything, mellow, always on the lookout, struggling to find a place in society, lost.

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Imagine you had to flee as a sixteen-year-old kid, from Eritrea, or from Syria. There you are in Eindhoven or Zoetermeer. No idea what is expected of you, and numb. Been through too much to shake it off. Or you are being hunted in your own neighborhood, nowhere safe from the all-seeing police cameras that hang everywhere. Or you have been rejected by your mother and therefore do not understand what love is. That loverboy who says he will teach you. Lonely, not being part of anything, mellow, always on the lookout, struggling to find a place in society, lost.

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