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Broken Empire – After the Fall of the USSR
Yakutsk, Russia 2001. Accustomed to violent winters, women in the Sakha Republic keep warm in floor-length furs. Thanks to its rich natural resources, Russia's remote northern province harbors islands of prosperity - but not warmth. In January, the daily high in the capital, Yakutsk, averages minus 43°F.
© Gerd Ludwig
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Broken Empire – After the Fall of the USSR
Yakutsk, Russia 2001. Accustomed to violent winters, women in the Sakha Republic keep warm in floor-length furs. Thanks to its rich natural resources, Russia's remote northern province harbors islands of prosperity - but not warmth. In January, the daily high in the capital, Yakutsk, averages minus 43°F.
© Gerd Ludwig
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"Amexica"
©PATRICK BARD/SIGNATURES 1997
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"Amexica"
©PATRICK BARD/SIGNATURES 1997
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Why mister why? The united States of America versus Iraq, the year of occupation.
IRAQ, Tikrit. 2003-08-04.
Women and children look up in fear and despair at American soldiers, while their husbands, sons or fathers are arrested by engineers of the 4th Infantry Division during a raid at their farm near Tikrit.
Geert Van Kesteren
2206
Why mister why? The united States of America versus Iraq, the year of occupation.
IRAQ, Tikrit. 2003-08-04.
Women and children look up in fear and despair at American soldiers, while their husbands, sons or fathers are arrested by engineers of the 4th Infantry Division during a raid at their farm near Tikrit.
Geert Van Kesteren
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DWF - Lockdown Inc. (The Republican National Convention)
Republican National Convention
Celebrations after Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump's speech at the 2016 Republican National Convention in Cleveland, Ohio.
LOCKDOWN: The Republican National Convention transformed downtown Cleveland into a maze of steel and concrete barriers constructed to protect Quicken Loans Arena from assault or protest. Law enforcement on bikes, horseback and in rapid response squads occupied much of the city. Side streets appeared empty and many restaurants and bars were quiet. In places, downtown Cleveland felt void of life, the lockdown scaring all but the most faithful away.
Inside the convention the Jumbotron projected a vision of strength and unapologetic aggression. Speech after speech worked to reinforce the need for order and security. With domestic attacks in Dallas, Orlando and San Bernardino on many people?s minds, the message seemed universally accepted. The alliance between a billionaire businessman and Republicans was locked in, even if the party establishment was cold to the relationship. The celebration continued and the empty streets waited outside?
© Danny Wilcox Frazier / VII
21/07/2016 6610
21/07/2016
DWF - Lockdown Inc. (The Republican National Convention)
Republican National Convention
Celebrations after Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump's speech at the 2016 Republican National Convention in Cleveland, Ohio.
LOCKDOWN: The Republican National Convention transformed downtown Cleveland into a maze of steel and concrete barriers constructed to protect Quicken Loans Arena from assault or protest. Law enforcement on bikes, horseback and in rapid response squads occupied much of the city. Side streets appeared empty and many restaurants and bars were quiet. In places, downtown Cleveland felt void of life, the lockdown scaring all but the most faithful away.
Inside the convention the Jumbotron projected a vision of strength and unapologetic aggression. Speech after speech worked to reinforce the need for order and security. With domestic attacks in Dallas, Orlando and San Bernardino on many people?s minds, the message seemed universally accepted. The alliance between a billionaire businessman and Republicans was locked in, even if the party establishment was cold to the relationship. The celebration continued and the empty streets waited outside?
© Danny Wilcox Frazier / VII
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4613
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4612
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4611
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4610
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
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AA - Displaced Yazidis
Displaced Yazidis
Aamir carries his wife Ghazala on his shoulder due to her weakened state from hunger and dehydration as they cross into Kurdistan, by way of the Syrian border in Faysh Khabur, Zakho, Iraq on Aug. 9, 2014.
© Ali Arkady / VII Mentor Program
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AA - Displaced Yazidis
Displaced Yazidis
Aamir carries his wife Ghazala on his shoulder due to her weakened state from hunger and dehydration as they cross into Kurdistan, by way of the Syrian border in Faysh Khabur, Zakho, Iraq on Aug. 9, 2014.
© Ali Arkady / VII Mentor Program
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Humanitarian Crisis in the Central African Republic
Gulinga, 5 km from Grimari.
Relatives mourn the death of two men and one woman, murdered by Seleka fighters shortly before, in the village of Gulinga. They had accused them of being Antibalakas. The woman was killed as collateral damage” according to a Seleka colonel who admitted the killing.
Grimari has been under attack from Antibalakas for two days since it is the gateway to the Ouaka region which is still controlled by Seleka fighters whose general Mahamat Darrassa is a conciliatory figure, having dislodged other Seleka units who were wreaking havoc among local communities. French peacekeepers trust Darassa, viewing him as the only reliable safeguard against sectarian violence in the Ouaka region.
William Daniels
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Humanitarian Crisis in the Central African Republic
Gulinga, 5 km from Grimari.
Relatives mourn the death of two men and one woman, murdered by Seleka fighters shortly before, in the village of Gulinga. They had accused them of being Antibalakas. The woman was killed as collateral damage” according to a Seleka colonel who admitted the killing.
Grimari has been under attack from Antibalakas for two days since it is the gateway to the Ouaka region which is still controlled by Seleka fighters whose general Mahamat Darrassa is a conciliatory figure, having dislodged other Seleka units who were wreaking havoc among local communities. French peacekeepers trust Darassa, viewing him as the only reliable safeguard against sectarian violence in the Ouaka region.
William Daniels
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Caspian sea
Maryam is the only young woman on Chechen Island, and would like to leave. Her father died at sea while drunk, and her two brothers died of cancer. She stays on the island for her mother, Patimat, who is the local nurse.
Stanley Greene / Noor
01/01/2013 3409
01/01/2013
Caspian sea
Maryam is the only young woman on Chechen Island, and would like to leave. Her father died at sea while drunk, and her two brothers died of cancer. She stays on the island for her mother, Patimat, who is the local nurse.
Stanley Greene / Noor
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SP - River and Lost Lands
Of River and Lost Lands
The relationship between man and river; It?s intimate and it?s ruthless. For generations people live by it. We find dependency and destruction at the same time. It?s a contradictory affair. The river gives so much to its people and at times it takes away everything. In the winter of 2011, I travelled to the villages near Ishurdi district. Padma, the largest waterway of Bangladesh flows right beside. At first the place seems abandoned. Drowned and broken houses, floating trees are all that remains. These are traces of life that was once here. Slowly I discover life in the villages. People who are still living here, many as refugee in others land. They have lost their house, farmlands almost everything. Some has left the places as they ran out of all the options. Over the years the river changed it?s course. While doing it, it has taken so many. When the monsoon arrives and the river runs fast. The lands get washed away and disappear. Riverbank erosion generally creates much more suffering than other natural hazards like flooding; as while flooding routinely destroys crops and damages property, erosion results in loss of farm and homestead land. Places I have photographed do not exist any more. But these people are sill living around the river. Often they go out and stand by the river and some rest by the riverbank. They look far away. Its not clear what do they look at. River erosion still continues with dire consequences for this land and community.
© Sarker Protick / VII
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SP - River and Lost Lands
Of River and Lost Lands
The relationship between man and river; It?s intimate and it?s ruthless. For generations people live by it. We find dependency and destruction at the same time. It?s a contradictory affair. The river gives so much to its people and at times it takes away everything. In the winter of 2011, I travelled to the villages near Ishurdi district. Padma, the largest waterway of Bangladesh flows right beside. At first the place seems abandoned. Drowned and broken houses, floating trees are all that remains. These are traces of life that was once here. Slowly I discover life in the villages. People who are still living here, many as refugee in others land. They have lost their house, farmlands almost everything. Some has left the places as they ran out of all the options. Over the years the river changed it?s course. While doing it, it has taken so many. When the monsoon arrives and the river runs fast. The lands get washed away and disappear. Riverbank erosion generally creates much more suffering than other natural hazards like flooding; as while flooding routinely destroys crops and damages property, erosion results in loss of farm and homestead land. Places I have photographed do not exist any more. But these people are sill living around the river. Often they go out and stand by the river and some rest by the riverbank. They look far away. Its not clear what do they look at. River erosion still continues with dire consequences for this land and community.
© Sarker Protick / VII
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SCY - China in Transition Final
China in transition
A young woman waits for the bus at an intersection on the main road in Dongling, Anhui Province, People's Republic of China on Oct. 30, 2012. Like most other parts of rural China, Dongling village is almost bereft of young people who leave to become migrant workers in the cities and towns, leaving the old and very young behind. Anhui Province is amongst the largest exporter of migrant labor in China. Li Keqiang, the Chinese premier-to-be was sent to Dongling in the 1970s to be rusticated.
© Sim Chi Yin / VII
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SCY - China in Transition Final
China in transition
A young woman waits for the bus at an intersection on the main road in Dongling, Anhui Province, People's Republic of China on Oct. 30, 2012. Like most other parts of rural China, Dongling village is almost bereft of young people who leave to become migrant workers in the cities and towns, leaving the old and very young behind. Anhui Province is amongst the largest exporter of migrant labor in China. Li Keqiang, the Chinese premier-to-be was sent to Dongling in the 1970s to be rusticated.
© Sim Chi Yin / VII
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Burning Man
More than 50,000 people, of all origins spend a week, cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange. It is advisable to be carried by love.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2440
01/09/2012
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people, of all origins spend a week, cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange. It is advisable to be carried by love.
© Eric Bouvet
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Burning Man
The only way to cross the city is by bike. On the road that leads to the desert, the shops of cycles are robbed.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2431
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The only way to cross the city is by bike. On the road that leads to the desert, the shops of cycles are robbed.
© Eric Bouvet
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Burning Man
Participants at the Burning Man event in the Black Rock Desert are encouraged to express themselves in a variety of artistic forms and projects. Clothes are optional and nudity in public is common, but not practiced by the majority.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2418
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Participants at the Burning Man event in the Black Rock Desert are encouraged to express themselves in a variety of artistic forms and projects. Clothes are optional and nudity in public is common, but not practiced by the majority.
© Eric Bouvet
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Burning Man
The Man grows year after year. It sits in the middle of the Playa and is burned on Saturday night at the end of the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2413
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The Man grows year after year. It sits in the middle of the Playa and is burned on Saturday night at the end of the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
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SCY - Chinese Beach Culture
Chinese Beach Culture
Chinese sunbathers and swimmers enjoy an afternoon of sun at one of several public beaches in Qingdao, China, July 26, 2012. Some were hiding under umbrellas while some women bathers were wearing masks made out of bathing suit material over their heads, to ward off the sun.
© Sim Chi Yin / VII
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SCY - Chinese Beach Culture
Chinese Beach Culture
Chinese sunbathers and swimmers enjoy an afternoon of sun at one of several public beaches in Qingdao, China, July 26, 2012. Some were hiding under umbrellas while some women bathers were wearing masks made out of bathing suit material over their heads, to ward off the sun.
© Sim Chi Yin / VII
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MN - Transphere
Transphere
Edyta Bauman, a contestant of the 2nd Polish Miss Trans Beauty Contest in Warsaw, Poland on Jun. 2, 2012. The contestants were transsexual, transgender, and transvestite persons.
Self-introduction: My name is Edyta. I am from Pozna?. A girl up for grabs - everyone?s welcome! You can get my phone number later.
Jury: Edyta, if you were to choose between sneakers, high heels, and valenki, what would you choose?
Edyta: Definitely high heels. They are sexy and I feel great in high heels.
© Maciek Nabrdalik / VII
02/06/2012 6644
02/06/2012
MN - Transphere
Transphere
Edyta Bauman, a contestant of the 2nd Polish Miss Trans Beauty Contest in Warsaw, Poland on Jun. 2, 2012. The contestants were transsexual, transgender, and transvestite persons.
Self-introduction: My name is Edyta. I am from Pozna?. A girl up for grabs - everyone?s welcome! You can get my phone number later.
Jury: Edyta, if you were to choose between sneakers, high heels, and valenki, what would you choose?
Edyta: Definitely high heels. They are sexy and I feel great in high heels.
© Maciek Nabrdalik / VII
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None star hotels
Noëlle, 42, lives in a 10 square meters room with her 4 children.
Sheylan, 4, Shanel, 6 and Marina, 17.
© Diane Grimonet
24/04/2012 4658
24/04/2012
None star hotels
Noëlle, 42, lives in a 10 square meters room with her 4 children.
Sheylan, 4, Shanel, 6 and Marina, 17.
© Diane Grimonet
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6647
SP - What Remains
What Remains
It was in the afternoon.I was sitting on my grandpa?s couch. The door was slightly open and I saw light coming through, washed out between the white door and white walls. All of a sudden it all started making sense. I could relate what I was seeing with what I felt. John and Prova, my grandparents. While growing up, I found much love and care from them. They were young and strong. As time went by it shaped everything in it?s own way. Bodies took different forms and relations went distant. Grandma?s hair turned gray, the walls started peeling off and the objects were all that remained. Everything was contained into one single room. They always loved the fact that I take pictures of them, because then I spend more time with them and they don?t feel lonely anymore. After Prova passed away, I try to visit more so John can talk. He tells me stories of their early life, and how they met. There are so many stories. Here, life is silent, suspended. Everything is on a wait. A wait for something that I don?t completely understand?
© Sarker Protick / VII
6647
SP - What Remains
What Remains
It was in the afternoon.I was sitting on my grandpa?s couch. The door was slightly open and I saw light coming through, washed out between the white door and white walls. All of a sudden it all started making sense. I could relate what I was seeing with what I felt. John and Prova, my grandparents. While growing up, I found much love and care from them. They were young and strong. As time went by it shaped everything in it?s own way. Bodies took different forms and relations went distant. Grandma?s hair turned gray, the walls started peeling off and the objects were all that remained. Everything was contained into one single room. They always loved the fact that I take pictures of them, because then I spend more time with them and they don?t feel lonely anymore. After Prova passed away, I try to visit more so John can talk. He tells me stories of their early life, and how they met. There are so many stories. Here, life is silent, suspended. Everything is on a wait. A wait for something that I don?t completely understand?
© Sarker Protick / VII
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My name is Filda Adoch
Filda with her grandchildren. "There are 5 missing here though"
© Martina Bacigalupo
27/05/2011 3525
27/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
Filda with her grandchildren. "There are 5 missing here though"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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My name is Filda Adoch
"This is my brother Odong sitting by the house at night under a sky full of stars. stars are important because they tell us the time. For instance "Latwok", which is a very big star, we can follow it moving through the sky from the evening to the morning. The stars also helped us so many times when we were running from the rebels: they gave us light. Also, when a child would cry - and risked to make us heard by the rebels, we would tell hil that the stars would fall on him and they would look up and he so scared and stop crying"
© Martina Bacigalupo
25/05/2011 3536
25/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is my brother Odong sitting by the house at night under a sky full of stars. stars are important because they tell us the time. For instance "Latwok", which is a very big star, we can follow it moving through the sky from the evening to the morning. The stars also helped us so many times when we were running from the rebels: they gave us light. Also, when a child would cry - and risked to make us heard by the rebels, we would tell hil that the stars would fall on him and they would look up and he so scared and stop crying"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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My name is Filda Adoch
This is Tochi River. I always bathe here when I was in Bobi camp because it passed just next to the camp. but now is so far I go rarely"
© Martina Bacigalupo
24/05/2011 3528
24/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
This is Tochi River. I always bathe here when I was in Bobi camp because it passed just next to the camp. but now is so far I go rarely"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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My name is Filda Adoch
"This is were I lost my leg on the landmine. It was early morning and I went to work in the field. It had rained so I couldn't see well the path, everthings was muddy and covered with leaves. I stepped on it and it blew me off instantly. I spent three months in the hospital and cam eback home with one foot, to discover that my husband had been killed by the rebels.
I am happy I went back there. I had never come back before and I was afraid. I thought I would step on another landmine but I didn't. Now that I walked safely there, I know I can walk anywhere in the world"
© Martina Bacigalupo
23/05/2011 3523
23/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is were I lost my leg on the landmine. It was early morning and I went to work in the field. It had rained so I couldn't see well the path, everthings was muddy and covered with leaves. I stepped on it and it blew me off instantly. I spent three months in the hospital and cam eback home with one foot, to discover that my husband had been killed by the rebels.
I am happy I went back there. I had never come back before and I was afraid. I thought I would step on another landmine but I didn't. Now that I walked safely there, I know I can walk anywhere in the world"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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My name is Filda Adoch
"My grand-daughter Acayo is cleaning the beans. She is doing it very well! She is growing up to be a good woman"
© Martina Bacigalupo
3517
My name is Filda Adoch
"My grand-daughter Acayo is cleaning the beans. She is doing it very well! She is growing up to be a good woman"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3535
My name is Filda Adoch
"I am teaching my grand-daughter Ayenyo how to dance properly the acholi dance by the fire"
© Martina Bacigalupo
20/05/2011 3535
20/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"I am teaching my grand-daughter Ayenyo how to dance properly the acholi dance by the fire"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3519
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here there is my mother walking at a very high paste under the papaya trees. I don't know where she is going that fast, it's like she is looking for someone"
© Martina Bacigalupo
20/05/2011 3519
20/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here there is my mother walking at a very high paste under the papaya trees. I don't know where she is going that fast, it's like she is looking for someone"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3534
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is my grand-child Ayenyo. She has a strong face, always had. She is a brave child. She is not fearful. She will become a strong woman"
© Martina Bacigalupo
18/05/2011 3534
18/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is my grand-child Ayenyo. She has a strong face, always had. She is a brave child. She is not fearful. She will become a strong woman"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3533
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is me preparing the Acholi fire for the night"
© Martina Bacigalupo
18/05/2011 3533
18/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is me preparing the Acholi fire for the night"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3532
My name is Filda Adoch
This is me and my mother praying the god to protect us at night and make us wake up light"
© Martina Bacigalupo
18/05/2011 3532
18/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
This is me and my mother praying the god to protect us at night and make us wake up light"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3515
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is me, my daughter Grace and her daughter Ayenyo, in the late afternoon when Grace had come back from cutting the grass. This picture shows that we are close to each other "
© Martina Bacigalupo
17/05/2011 3515
17/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is me, my daughter Grace and her daughter Ayenyo, in the late afternoon when Grace had come back from cutting the grass. This picture shows that we are close to each other "
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3531
My name is Filda Adoch
Here I see my mother looking at me and I realise she respects me for my work. I see my strenght that can even defeat somebody with two legs"
© Martina Bacigalupo
17/05/2011 3531
17/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
Here I see my mother looking at me and I realise she respects me for my work. I see my strenght that can even defeat somebody with two legs"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3527
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is a very true picture because there is everybody in it, even the chicken. It's very clear"
© Martina Bacigalupo
17/05/2011 3527
17/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is a very true picture because there is everybody in it, even the chicken. It's very clear"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3521
My name is Filda Adoch
"I can work in any setting, within the compound, in the bush, in the forest in the sun. Nothing can stop me from working, except when I am sick"
© Martina Bacigalupo
17/05/2011 3521
17/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"I can work in any setting, within the compound, in the bush, in the forest in the sun. Nothing can stop me from working, except when I am sick"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3520
My name is Filda Adoch
"I feel this is my picture because it's what I do everyday. I do all the work all by myself because I do not have the money to pay for someone else to do it for me"
© Martina Bacigalupo
17/05/2011 3520
17/05/2011
My name is Filda Adoch
"I feel this is my picture because it's what I do everyday. I do all the work all by myself because I do not have the money to pay for someone else to do it for me"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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2360
The wisdom of the human race
A young shepherdness is happy to be with her family who spends the whole summer in the mountain pasture. (Mountain pasture of Lhubu, Tibet)
Let us try to recognize the precious nature of each day. The 14th Dalai Lama
2360
The wisdom of the human race
A young shepherdness is happy to be with her family who spends the whole summer in the mountain pasture. (Mountain pasture of Lhubu, Tibet)
Let us try to recognize the precious nature of each day. The 14th Dalai Lama
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3514
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I did not have an axe nor a panga with me to cut the wood so I decided to break it wit my head. My back portrays a lot of strenght and it reminds me that even though I am hungry i can still take care of my family"
© Martina Bacigalupo
3514
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I did not have an axe nor a panga with me to cut the wood so I decided to break it wit my head. My back portrays a lot of strenght and it reminds me that even though I am hungry i can still take care of my family"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3524
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am breaking the firewood with a lot of strength"
© Martina Bacigalupo
13/09/2010 3524
13/09/2010
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am breaking the firewood with a lot of strength"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3512
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am walking near the big Kalatuc tree"
© Martina Bacigalupo
13/09/2010 3512
13/09/2010
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am walking near the big Kalatuc tree"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3530
My name is Filda Adoch
"I am among the maize plantation with my mouth wide open and my hair looks disorganized like the one of the rebels and my breast is dangling. I look very attractive because the leaves look like flowers around me"
© Martina Bacigalupo
21/05/2010 3530
21/05/2010
My name is Filda Adoch
"I am among the maize plantation with my mouth wide open and my hair looks disorganized like the one of the rebels and my breast is dangling. I look very attractive because the leaves look like flowers around me"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3518
My name is Filda Adoch
"Prayer before the meal with my grand-children Ayenyo, Faida, Ojok"
© Martina Bacigalupo
3518
My name is Filda Adoch
"Prayer before the meal with my grand-children Ayenyo, Faida, Ojok"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3526
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am washing everybody's hands before giving them food"
© Martina Bacigalupo
19/05/2010 3526
19/05/2010
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am washing everybody's hands before giving them food"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3522
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I just finished preparing the food and I am calling the children to come"
© Martina Bacigalupo
19/05/2010 3522
19/05/2010
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I just finished preparing the food and I am calling the children to come"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3516
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is the cooking. This is indeed my house, I recognize the pilar and the jerricans and the soucepans"
© Martina Bacigalupo
3516
My name is Filda Adoch
"This is the cooking. This is indeed my house, I recognize the pilar and the jerricans and the soucepans"
© Martina Bacigalupo
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3513
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am carrying the fire-wood home but it looks as if the fire-wood on my head is something like wings that make me fly in the sky"
© Martina Bacigalupo
3513
My name is Filda Adoch
"Here I am carrying the fire-wood home but it looks as if the fire-wood on my head is something like wings that make me fly in the sky"
© Martina Bacigalupo