“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
