Calais

These was the last days of dismantling of the southern part of the « Jungle » camp in Calais, the home of roughly 10,000 desperate migrants and refugees from war-torn or poverty-stricken countries. Mainly a mix of migrants from Darfur, Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq and Eritrea. When I went it was quite a strange experience. I realized that, unintentionally, I began to reflect on my life. I spent two weeks there because there was a lot of tension and I didn’t know how people would react to seeing me with the camera while they were going through a hard period of their life. They attempted to enter the United Kingdom by stowing away on ferries, cars, or trains travelling through the Port of Calais or the Eurotunnel Calais Terminal. But many of them were caught by trains and Afghans group turned the economy of the camp with bars, shops, barbers and prevents others from leaving the camp to continue to run their business. Anti riot police didn’t allow them to leave the camp otherwise they were being beaten. After being processed at points throughout the camp they was being bussed out to various asylum centres in France. From a 20 years old migrant : « Difficult to escape all these cops. In Calais to be migrant it's like being a stray dog. Seeking food, water and shelter to get hot »