In Cambodia most of the living Vietnamese are stateless residents, have no citizenship papers such as identity cards or birth certificates, as a result, they face difficulties in getting access to education, employment, healthcare, and housing. Stateless Vietnamese built floating settlements of dwelling zones on waters which don ́t require citizenship papers.
Life at the floating village named Kompong Khleang village seems like everywhere else - supermarkets, a school, even a space to play soccer, repair shops, barber, a church, and temple. This small floating village in Cambodia seems to have a normal life like usual villages do. Many generations sharing a small houseboat, floating on the river. Vietnamese residents appoint their own village heads and convey community concerns to the Vietnamese community associations. In this small village, disability is very widespread. Deficient medical care is a big issue, pregnant women have no chance of acute pregnancy complications, as a result, high disability rate appears in many families of the village.
A different world which amazed me with the beauty in such a small space. The wooden floor makes creaky sounds, the floors are silky like someone would oil them every day. The home is gently rocking on the water. Every piece has its own place and everything is very organized. Nearly every home has some animals, chicken, rabbits, cats or dogs. There are even bicycles. Hammocks replacing bedrooms. Mementos hanging everywhere. My fascination with the people who live on water and the way of creating a beautiful, almost iconic home from such a small space.
Homes of India
From my first travel experience, India inspired me in my photography. This time I returned with a deeper perspective on the real life of people in India, a portrayal of Indian culture that is more intimate. A home is the soul of its owner and the most intimate place of a person, it tells a story about the residents living in it. Entering a home brings me closer to the way of life of these people and helps me to understand. Every home and its occupants have their own story of life to tell, in India the colors help to tell the rest.
I portraiture families, men and women, young and old people, all living in a slum areas in New Delhi of India. The residents live a life at the edge of existence. In India, financially unstable families sharing usually a small house with up to six to seven members, it is a common scene of the slums. Most of these households have only one room, which is being shared with the whole family. One third of the slums are devoid of an indoor toilet. The ones that do have a toilet are not connected with proper sewerage systems. Many generations are sharing life and dependant on each other.
My personal interests in the universal and deeply human instincts and however precarious their living conditions, they turn their habitations into a home. I want my work to act as a reminder of the importance of family and shared values, which is a certain kind of wealth that even those who have less can cherish and enjoy.
City of the Dead
The City of the Dead is an ancient cemetery in Cairo, Egypt that became a residential neighborhood. Cairo's alternative for those who are the poorest, live in this area between graveyards. A life between tombs and mausoleum structures, where people live and work amongst the dead. The settlement is far from legal, but the Egyptian government has long since given up on evicting residents. The first cemetery caretakers have passed the jobs on to their children and so many generations living and raising families at the same place without moving. The neighborhood is poorly policed, crime is on the rise, some of the criminals found here a place, next to families who raise children. The sight of many widowed women at the graveyards is one important fact, nearly every family, face a similar fate. Many women are forced to live in extreme poverty after the death of the man. Widows and their children face discrimination and outright injustice. Women who depended heavily on financial security and protection provided by the men in their families, face after the dead a life, they not prepared to especially financially. And not only financial issues they have to face, more challenging is the cultural discrimination and disrespect that widows face in Egypt.
I traveled to Cairo to visit families living in the necropolis, a daily life between the graves, where children play and clotheslines lead from one tombstone to another.
Athar Al-Nabi is the name of a quarter in the south of Cairo, it is a low-income neighborhood, like a slum where people live in not the best conditions, garbage is a part of the daily sight. In spite of everything, people fight for this place, against losing a self-built home and against a relocation from the Government. It is not the first time the Government of Cairo tries to offer the people of Athar Al Nabi to move to newly built places, which are located in outlying districts of Cairo. Some of them agreed but most of them regret and fight for their self-made homes. All of those buildings and houses are once illegally built, people occupied this territory a long time ago and accepted to live at a place where the government doesn´t take care off or feel responsible for. In exchange, none of the residents pay rent or any other usual bills, but the most important fact is, most of them are not even able to pay rents or bills. Left by the government high and dry as a result of corruption and carelessness, these people will be removed one day no matter how hard they protected and fought for their belongings, to make space for another high building or a hotel regardless of its residents, as soon as the government sells the land.
Who are these Families and People who fight for a life on the edge of poverty, how does a life look like in a neighborhood which is left careless by those who are responsible? Own rules and regime had established after many years of this place. How is it, living in the soon disappearing neighborhood of „The Footprint of the Prophet“ or be only worth a footprint of the government?
My work is focusing once again on the people who have less in life and are forgotten by those in power. People who are fighting a fight of a reality in poverty which they already lost, because this kind of people never has a chance against the powerful.