BEFORE YOU MY SHADOW

A sun that rises, a sun that dies. A new day in Gadani, Pakistan. There, trapped as in Dante's purgatory, those who break, piece by piece, the ships that no longer serve us, share bread. They wait, without knowing very well why, for a sign, an answer, a horizon where they can set their dreams ablaze. dreams. They wait, day after day, looking up to the sky, the children of the sun.

Ikusi