One week in Perpignan, for the traditional photo festival Visa pour l’Image, admiring the inspiring work of great photojournalists and improving my understanding of the world, in its best and worst aspects.
Back at the office, the portraits of two of my colleagues stand next to a condolence book. Another source of motivation. We better have to be outstanding now…
05 September 2015: Visa pour l’Image, Perpignan, France.
The room smells like books (Wonderland, At War) while Chet Faker is competing surprisingly well against an inspired Bonobo (listen to the last minutes). I feel my heart beat slowing down.
My two phones have been switched off, new symbol of a laissez aller, encouraging my brain to let go and to enjoy the fresh breeze. I wish I could be dancing in a cold fjord.
After 3 months and 7 days, my plane-free detox stopped, with a return to Europe announcing the beginning of a new mission. I am, finally, going to Yemen.
And the music get louder…
24 February 2015: Street food vendor, Mandalay, Myanmar/Burma.
Time flies. Two years ago, I was in Yaounde, Cameroon, wondering if my new job really was for me. Today, I am writing my end of mission report in Afghanistan, waiting for a good break, already knowing another challenge is coming.
14 January 2013: Sarah, waiting in Yaounde, Cameroon.
My good old friend Bonobo is flirting with my ears with his new album live. And time and gravity don’t exist anymore…
Stress management lesson One
17 October 2014: Talia, Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan.
Quiet weekend, reading about new places, wondering if I could live and work there. Maybe this year, I won’t need googlemap to know where my new mission is …
04 October 2014: Azar. Bukhara, Uzbekistan.
Up to 500 people died last Friday due to a landslide in Badakhshan province, Afghanistan. After two days looking for survivors, the local Governor declared “We cannot continue the search and rescue operation anymore, as the houses are under meters of mud. We will offer prayers for the victims and make the area a mass grave”.
A few thousands of kilometers from there, hundreds of people have been working since March 8th, to find, in the middle of the ocean, missing flight MH370 and its 227 passengers and 12 crew members. It represents, according to the estimations, more than USD100 million spent for the operation (and therefore more than ICRC’s budget in Afghanistan for 2013).
How much are we ready to invest to find the mortal remains of relatives? Is there a limit to everything, a maximum cost to truth? I wonder…
02 May 2013: Lucia, Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan