After we finished photographing the girls formally, we walked around and made some spontaneous images. The refugees in this camp had escaped ethnic violence just a few months earlier, and such could be felt through the expressions on the faces. In this image a young boy stood in front of his home, with this fragile fence as his protection. He lived without electricity, running water, education and medicine.
This is the face of those enduring the effects of violence the world over, he is the one that suffers while those with power wage campaigns to maintain their position. He will never understand what brought him to this place, what forced his family to abandon its home hundreds of miles away to live like refugees. We have a long way to go before we can hold our heads up high in his presence.