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 | 52: Elizabeth from Mabuong (11. 7. 2010) Elizabeth hopes that one day a man from far away will come and pay her family the cattle they will ask for and that she will be able leave with him and thus depart from all the ‘small village problems’. Of course she wouldn’t want to leave for ever – she said that she would come and visit once in a while. |
 | 51: Abram (9. 7. 2010) Abram is 63 years old. He has been making charcoal for 21 years now. He learned how to make charcoal in Darfur where he moved at the beginning of the war. He came back in 1990 when his brother Agoth went up to Darfur and asked him come back to South Sudan. |
 | 50: South of Juba (6. 7. 2010) I’ve been travelling around Juba and the Southern border for the past couple of days. |
 | 49: Juba update 1 (7. 6. 2010) I live in a school compound, where about 600 children go to school, and thus every day I have literally hundreds of children asking me to take their photo. |
 | 48: Juba (1. 6. 2010) The bus to Juba was long, hot and sweaty, but I finally arrived and I’m staying on the other side of the Nile in a suburb called Gumbo. |
 | 47: Gulu (28. 5. 2010) I'm in Gulu, waiting to go to Juba. |
 | 46: Back to Kampala (26. 5. 2010) I checked into the Chilli and like nothing happened the Scottish, the Americans and a couple of the other people just said, “welcome back man, do you wanna beer?” The slow pace of the third world has an intimate touch to it. |
 | 45: Kampala (7. 3. 2010) Kampala is smaller than I thought. A very desolate and dusty place... charismatic and yet I didn’t once take out my Leica and didn’t take a single photo on film, which is strange. It was a combination of fear of having my camera stolen and the overwhelming feeling of a new place that was so different to any other I’ve visited lately. |
 | 44: Stuck in London (5. 3. 2010) I missed my flight. Heathrow has to be one of the most photographer unfriendly airports in the world and Jaro is happy to have won the bet that yet again I would miss my flight, hehe. |
 | 43: Application Ituri (5. 2. 2010) A couple of weeks ago I got offered an excuse to travel to the Democratic Republic of Congo. All I’m after is to shake hands with the pygmies, share a meal with them, learn how to build a hut from leaves, listen to their music and mythology and have them laugh at my language emulations. |
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