I have done my best to be honest to the stories I have either heard or endured but I accept that these images are only fractions and paragraphs. Their only lies or misinterpretations are in their nature. They are true only to the degree in which they hold a validity allowed by the viewer. Some of these photographs are ethical documents, some are metaphors or allusions. All are autobiographical. What you see is the byproduct of my interaction with the story about you and I and our beautiful tragedy. It is a collection of fleeting realities that will never be fully comprehended by what I have stolen from time.