Japan
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This country taught me that silence can be loud: in a crowded train, in a shrine at dawn, in the careful way someone wraps a gift I didn't even buy. I left with more bows than words, and somehow that was enough.

32 works in the archive
This country taught me that silence can be loud: in a crowded train, in a shrine at dawn, in the careful way someone wraps a gift I didn't even buy. I left with more bows than words, and somehow that was enough.
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A month riding through the north of the country on a motorbike, into places almost nobody passes through. These photographs are what we found in there.
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This country gave me far more than postcard landscapes: I carry the memory of its honest smiles, its golden temples at dusk, and that feeling of having found a small piece of peace on the other side of the world.

I left a mechanic's workshop in Argentina with a backpack and a question. Five years and four continents later: you get used to the landscape, never to the people.
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