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  • Po po po... I could hear the sound of metal from where I was sitting. It is a hot day, the sky is blue and the clouds went on vacation somewhere else, It rained the night before and the mud is already drying.
    For anyone who has been in Malakal,South Sudan, during the rainy season, the mud is something you learn to live with.

    Draw by the smell of coffee and the sound of pounding metal, I decided to go check it out.Around the corner, appears a boy sitting on ground, near a tent where his family found refuge since the conflict broke out in Dec 2014, forcing the entire town to sick safety in the UN compound. He looks like he could be 10 or 11. he is busy pounding coffee while his buddies play around.He seems dedicated to his task. Like a machine, he kept grabbing roasted beans from the large metal pan next to him to the small grinder half buried in the ground then po po po...

    I remember my time in refugee camps, finding wood, fetching water,... part of every child'dlife living in these conditions. Forget about school for the moment, forget about everything else because you are an adult by default.

    Shot and recorded on Iphone August 2014.
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