photography by Annakarin Quinto                                                                                                                          
   

To all the migrants who run away from war, dictature and hunger at the possible price of their lifes ...

 

Tomorrow at sunrise I take the route again, trying to find a place where to root some days ... The journey was one of the most intense in my life .... by bus ... by boat ... under the burning sun ... under the relieving monsoon .... deep in the dust .... deep in the mud ... with unforecasted encounters ... with unforecasted changes of route ... going constantly forward in a restless movement of reaching ... what ? ...... is that so important ? you always reach something .... anyway ... I hadn't plan all that very much ...

In this process of sharing, I absolutely wanted to express my absolute passion for borders and twilight zones .... and my absolute dislike for what the powerfull make out of them : just territories, just competition, just fear, just objects of war and possession .... I love borders because they signify the difference, the unknown to be discovered .... when you reach a border you become a stranger ... you don't know anymore anything about you because you don't know anything about the other .... you are naked .... paradoxally, there is no identity possible anymore ... I love the deep paradoxe of this word: identity .... Yes, to me borders should be places of worship and not places of exclusion ... I always feel extremely excited when I get close to a border ...

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGdtp6SfXBM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGdtp6SfXBM