I spent the last months of 2015 following the migration crisis along the Balkan route. Arrived in Lesbos I decided to step away from the pack.
I felt there was an homogeneous and repetitive approach to the subject.
I preferred to work away from the hustle and chaos, where the silence reigns and the dust settles. I began to stumble upon an incredible amount of family snapshots, passport photos and personal belongings either lost or discarded by migrants upon their arrival. I found them along the rocky shores, among the vegetation or on the dusty roads that migrants walk to reach the nearest refugee camp.
I photographed them in the place of the discovery and on the surfaces available in the immediate vicinity as a symbolic act of rescue.
Each picture is an evidence of the life that these persons had before fleeing for their lives.