I write you from Tabanovce, at the Macedonian-Serbian border. Refugees arrive here with trains, buses and taxis. Following some Belgian friends I am working on a short independent series. As a reaction on the loads of suffering images we see I am using these scenes as a reference and photograph mainly out-of-focus.
23h01: Volunteers set up a small fire (with carton, plastic, pieces of the railway…) to warm the people, they are offered cookies.
02h32: Sometimes families or friends loose each other in the chaos. Samba, a teenager, cold and desperate, was looking for his friend Mustafa. We couldn't find him in the camp so told him he was possibly already walking the four kilometers to Serbia.