Once again, I went to Belgachia in Howrah. A place next to the deadly smoke of burning trash, but also a place of life and joy. Staying there for a few days, I found the normal life under abnormal conditions and tried to capture the contrast between the two worlds.
Starting my next India journey in Puri, I wanted to capture nice photographs. It turned out to be harder than I thought. This is how it sometimes happens in photography.…
An article about the quite different art of meditation: Sitting on a crazy, loud, colourful, intergalactic Indian bus.
Yet, when I work for just two hours, I earned the monthly salary of my friend, who daily guides tourists on camel safaris through the desert. 3000-4000 rupees a month.
“You know, many people come here in a car, get out and shoot many pictures. This Slum is very famous. They just come, shoot, leave and sell the pictures. This is why many people here are suspicious about people with cameras.” I felt bad.