A backpack with my camera, a diary, a pen, a thermos of coffee, some snacks and some cigarettes.

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I spent whole days with those people  who others usually avoid, the marginalized, the outcast, simply the less fortunate. It wasn't easy. It is necessary to enter the life of people who now avoid any human relationship. You need delicacy and empathy.

I sat with them, listened and wrote; I wanted to know their names, I wanted to know who they were.

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I wanted a FRACTURE in them in telling their story and a FRACTURE in me every time I listened to it so that I was able to take a picture whose intensity would come as a FRACTURE in whoever looked at it.

It is a question of lost identities.