“We are woken gently at three in the morning and told that we need to leave. Guided by the light of the stars rather than the moon, we walk for half an hour before we reach a hut. We can… — Marco Lupis Copy Share Image
“The truck takes off again on Jalan 15 Oktober, in a cloud of dust, papers and tatters. A half-naked boy, coming out of nowhere, waves at us as if nothing had happened. For a moment, it almost feels like life… — Marco Lupis Copy Share Image
“We are woken gently at three in the morning and told that we need to leave. Guided by the light of the stars rather… — Marco Lupis Copy Share Image
“The truck takes off again on Jalan 15 Oktober, in a cloud of dust, papers and tatters. A half-naked boy, coming out of nowhere,… — Marco Lupis Copy Share Image
“The Americans gave it a name, PTSD — Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I had heard about it before: it was something that had to… — Marco Lupis Copy Share Image
