| 2017-2018 |

I pick up my camera and try to take a picture of a subject that doesn't matter at all. I prefer to find myself in the middle of my picture, but there is always someone else, or rather another man, one smiling, one looking surprised, one gesturing and the other passing non-stop. Of course, I am used to these heavy and torturous looks, but I will never forget the peace that was taken from me. I do not know who they are, whether they are dead or alive, they do not know me and will not see me again. But it is just as easy to show the sick condition of a gendered society, glances that are forever imprisoned in the form of a photograph.