Canacona Palolem Beach/ Goa / India / 17.03.2020
All the boats are beached, lined up on the sand. They are waiting for people in the hopes that they will rock on the waves once again. There is no one willing to sail the Arabic Sea and fish. There are fewer and fewer people willing to go swimming and eat aromatic Hindu food. The beach, the rooms, the pubs are all getting emptier from day to day, hour after hour. National borders are closing. We take a dip for the last time. The last time we’ll be going into the water. Water allows you to forget, water is hope for survival. The wave pushes us ashore.
Odessa/ Ukraine / 17.11.2019
200 years ago, those entering the port of Odessa were greeted by a majestic staircase, at the end of which was the first governor of Odessa looking out from a high pedestal. The Duke of Richelieu was the man under whose governance Odessa became the most important port in the Black Sea.
Water connects all the stories of Odessa, the lack of drinking water, the strategic location for shipping, the material from which the city was built. The port changed the city’s life and changed its prospects. It looks like a centipede or an octopus emerging out of the sea, with swaying tentacles like cranes taking over control of everything. It is connected to the city by water and stairs.
Dorota Falkowska, my one and only, and favourite sister-in-law, holding the frame while risking her life.
Each photograph used during the journey stops being luggage, changes its destiny, takes on a new life. It creates a unique travel sack with a story in the background. Always just one. One shot, one sack. Luggage (no excess)
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