a horse market

We went to the biggest horse market in Poland without really knowing what to expect. When we arrived it was wet, cold and dark. We spent the night in a car, drifting off and waking up in a cramped, sweaty embrace, somehow very appropriate for the whole situation. Strange smells of animals, weird excitement in the air and the crowds of people in the middle of the cold night, it all built up something new, a strange, powerful energy.

To me the horse market meant a powerful energy, waking up my tired brain and giving no choice, but to participate, a crazy dance of men, horses and alcohol,

what’s better there in the world, than beautiful horses and beautiful women

and vodka, I guess,

and here’s what I saw, but maybe more, what I participated in, feeling like I’m placed in a very middle of a big chaos, something long awaited and wild.

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Rosa and Rita

I met Rosa and Rita in the doughnut store queue.

Rosa and Rita live together. I asked Rosa for a signature and she realised she couldn’t remember Rita’s name.

“Well well, we live together and have known each other for ages and you can’t even remember my name? You must be joking!”

“But I am only a grandma”

These two beautiful ladies made my heart melt, but most importantly taught me a great great lesson.

The fisherman

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Vietnamese floating village in Cambodia. The boy in the photograph has been sent by his family for fisherman training at the age of six. This way he can guarantee himself a stable life once he’s older. Fishermen is this area earn around 60 dollars a month.