
The women were deciding who was going on the carriage with the body for the cremation. A friend from Ukraine just told me: “This is hell – I’m going to the front line for the third time – Yes as a journalist (he is a political journalist and tv presenter) – So far they didn’t call me to arms, I’m not complaining.” Jodhpur, India, 2014.

I’m wandering at night in the bazaar, mesmerized by the traffic, I’m trying to get this picture showing the madness of this ballet of rickshaws, motor bikes and the incessant crowd roaming the small streets… in vain, the light is too scarce, I steal this picture of a small convenience shop owner. Jodhpur, India, 2014.