In expectation of a future, which one imagines… Here, over there, one does not recognize present. What one has in front of the eyes is only the past. If photography is to stop one moment of the present, perhaps then here the glances of the memory are stopped. Chronicle of a multicultural community living the time of the exile.
During the conflict between the Serbians and the Kosovan, I was in South America. Over there, the media were not really interested in what occurred elsewhere, me, either. I had another concern. I did not even know…