Photography reporting in France.
Gégé, 64, Roquelaine Place, homeless since 30 years.
“I have been about and around in life. As a soldier of the foreign legion, I travelled several times around the world. I was part of the uprising in Algiers. I was an artist on Place du Tertre in Montmartre. I swear I had a full and exciting life. But, I was not able to settle down, although I tried. I married but could’nt stay. I became so depressed that I began to drink beyond reason. Very quickly I lost track and found myself on the street. I have never been able to pull out.”
Text : Guillaume Plassais, Journalist.
“Last week, someone from a terrace spilled a basin of water over my head. He told me that I was stinking and had better get away or else.....”
“I’d rather sleep outside as I don’t trust the shelter: they are like cops ! They’ve also tried to lock me up in hospital to take care of me. And there’s so much riff-raff: a real cut-throat. At least outside, I feel safe.
I have a phlebitis which gets worse when it’s warm and makes it hard for me to walk, so that I cannot go to the social restaurant in Ramiers(in the outskirts of Toulouse). I mostly miss the affection of my folks. Solitude and alcohol, mingled.... it’s an explosive cocktail.”
Sergio, 50, Olivier Place in Toulouse.
“Family violence, prison, alcohol... a classic for the guy who lives out on the street. My father, a former military, used to beat me and my mother was always too drunk to protect me. Consequently, I live on the streets since the age of 13. How on earth can I be expected to be part of the social pattern after such a bad start ? I tried, but nothing doing. When I feel as though I’m suffocating, I take my guitar, my sack and fly.... I’m a big traveller: I crossed Europe. I’m claustrophobic and am unable to get used to comfort: I refused social lodging and preferred returning on the street, despite insecurity. I have beeen attacked many times. I once almost died, when three young outcasts broke my ribs with a baseball bat, whilst I was under my quilt. The ambulance picked me up totally unconscious. Ever since, I have two big german shepherds, who keeep watch over me. They are most precious. Doctors of the World will have them vaccinated. I never go to sleep in shelters as dogs are not accepted. Without my dogs I’m a dead man.
I never take my shoes off for fear of having them stolen. And of course my feet are sore, especially in the summertime, and my legs prick. I know a guy with a gangrene who had to be amputated. Losing my legs would be dramatic for a traveller like me.
I have a cataract starting because of alcohol. Begging allows me to stay alive, remain decent and buy my meals. I refuse to go to the social restaurant. I do not want to live on welfare !
Text: Guillaume Plassais Journalist
The armed conflict and instability in the Ivory Coast since september 2002, have caused a humanitarian crisis particularly affecting the poor. Notwithstanding progress made for peace. the conflict still affects civilians.
The european commission has voted funds amounting to 5.74 million euros, to cover the basic needs of the population. The displaced and refugee populations in the neighbouring countries, also benefit from this emergency aid.
Women and children constitute the essential majority of refugees and displaced in the world. Most of them have fled war, misery and violence to find shelter in another region of their country or in a neighbouring country.
Photography reporting in Afghanistan.
Maslakh: a town on the outskirts of the city, endless brick and mud shacks, and some 150000 displaced people, living together since a year, in one of the largest refugee camps in the world, surrounded by mountains swept by the ochre dust of dryness.
Every day, 200 new arrivals are registered, driven on the roads by drought in the provinces of Ghor and Baghdis, since three years.. A small minority flees the fighting and bombs which have once again ravaged the country this winter. Recently, the death toll has considerably increased. In winter, lung infections increase, and tuberculosis accounts for a quarter of the deceased..
Text: Mathilde Damoisel, Journalist
Photography reporting in France
According to the ERCC (European Center for Bohemian Rights), the gypsy population in France officially amounts to appox. 500.000 persons, although unofficial sources estimate the number to be closer to 1.2 million persons. The estimated 8 million european gypsy population is spread out over most of the european countries.
The “Roms” are europeans of indian origin, whose ancestors came from the valley of the Ganges in North India, since 800 years.
Photography reporting in Sri Lanka
On December 26, 2004, the Sri Lanka coastline was devastated by the tsunami. 30.000 people died and about one million inhabitants fled inland. They live in makeshift camps, together with the 10.000 families of Kinniya peninsula on the east coast, a few kilometers from Trincomalee.
Ironically, at Central College, displaced people smile even though they are in mourning. Life has to go on, shrill children voices, people talking in the shade, in spite of the graveyard at the camp entrance as a sad reminder of the Tsunami victims. A woman wearing a green and gold sari washes clothes at the well, surrounded by her four children refreshing themselves with water. Women have hung their babies in saris on the branches of trees to protect them from the sun and cradle them to sleep. The men are at the police station declaring their losses caused by the tidal-wave.
Losses are heavy. Each family lost several members of their family and their homes. Children, however, have chosen their playground in the middle of the college and wish to go back to school to “meet again with their friends”. One thousand persons live here since end December, awaiting the decision of the authorities.
Text: Stephanie Senet, jou
Photography reporting in Indonesia.
Seventeen months after the tsunami hit the island of Sumatra, Indonesia faced another natural catastrophe. On May 27, 2006, an earthquake, magnitude 6.3, shook the Yogyakarta region, on Java island. Six endless seconds.. .
People streamed the hospital courtyard. They came in cars, in ambulances, on motorcycles, carts...Wounded by the earthquake, they sometimes took several days to reach the hospital in Bantul, heavily crowded in this zone destroyed at 80%. “We waited in our villages because of rumors that the hospital was full” said a 40 year old woman who had surgery for a broken arm. Five days after the disaster, the hospital was still crammed.. Each day, Admissions Service worried about making more room. The front yard was littered with beds for the wounded and their families..
Text: Stephanie Senet, Journalist
Entire villages disfigured..
Twenty kilometers away, the village of Srihardono is a sad spectacle. Everything crumbled down.
In the eery silence, a group of inhabitants walk around the ruins, in a state of shock. “In the morning before the earthquake, I was drinking tea” said Tardini, in a low voice, standing in front of a heap of bricks that once were his house. “My son was taking a shower, when I felt the ground shake. We went out immediately and ran towards the village entrance to go far from our houses. Some people took off on the roads to join their folks, but we are still quite a few here, even if we no longer have a roof. There would have been many more dead, if the earthquake had struck during the night,”
Text: Stephanie Senet, Journalist
Photography reporting in Nicaragua.
Doctors of the world are in charge of the medical needs of those victims and alert the population. They have also developed in association with public figures, a network to follow up the legal and social procedures. A center, called Caimca, was created to fully take charge of the carribean women. This global coverage tends to reinstate the health structures as social control institutions to curtail the development of violence. The network uses traditional medias to inform on lobbying actions and on the recruiting and training of volunteers (women relay; judges, etc.).
Karla, 12 years old, from Miskito village in Krikura, pregnant after having been raped by her father.
“My dad abused of me when my mom was working on the markets. I never dared to say a thing as he would pretend that all fathers did the same and that he would kill me if I were to speak. I was scared because he beat my mom and stole her money to drink and take drugs. When my grandma noticed my pregnancy, I first denied but she forced me to confess and took me to the police station.
I was told to go to the hospitality-center. Over there I understood that I was not the only one and that I had rights. I could watch TV every day. Since my dad fled to Honduras, I left the center. I live in my mother’s village and take care of my seven little brothers. I am eager now to go back to school and friends at Puerto Cabezas. I belong there and have so many projects for the future!”
Text: Guillaume Plassais, Journalist