Homeland is a study into how a train crosses different regions of the world and explores the physical and emotional re-construction an abode from two platforms, regardless of cultural uprooting and the possible material difficulties of its inhabitants. Each part of the project is born living among them as a guest in each “home” in order to report through his photos, both the living and emotional conditions. Within the walls of grave discomfort and the treacherous contained spaces, they also live the planning, the hope, the joy, the sharing, the sense of family and belonging to a community.
This social research aims to show how man is able to not only lay roots in the driest part of the desert, but also to make shade.
L’uomo trasforma ogni luogo in una casa. In questo spazio fisico e relazionale l’essere umano non solo sopravvive, ma soprattutto vive. Casa è l’habitat in cui l’uomo si ripara, si rifugia, si incontra con altri uomini e condivide con questi sentimenti e quotidianità. Il concetto di casa e quello di comunità si intrecciano, illuminandosi a vicenda. “Casa” è ogni spazio abitato e coabitato. Per questo gli uomini riescono a costruire il proprio nido anche in mancanza di pareti, porte e finestre.
Homeland è una ricerca che come un treno attraversa diverse regioni del mondo ed esplora su un doppio binario il processo di ri-costruzione fisica e emotiva di una dimora, nonostante gli sradicamenti culturali e le difficoltà materiali di coloro che le abitano. Ogni parte del progetto nasce vivendo in ogni luogo come ospite, per poterne riportare, tramite le fotografie, condizioni di vita materiali e affettive, emotive quindi relazionali. Fra le mura di gravi disagi e nello spazio circoscritto da condizioni abitative apparentemente proibitive, dimorano con questi uomini anche la progettualità, la speranza, la gioia, la condivisione, il senso della famiglia e di appartenenza a una comunità.
Questa ricerca sociale ambisce a dimostrare come gli uomini siano in grado non solo di mettere radici nel più arido dei deserti, ma anche di fare ombra.
Homeland-Tamil Land, Nord Sri Lanka, 2015
Crossing the north east of the land on the road to Mullaitivu, several families are still living inside the rests of their houses destroyed during the war against the Sinhalese army, without any helps from the central government.
Over here, it is easy to see what is left from the civil war, as well as the military areas occupied by the Sinhalese Army.
New and old in Jaffna, the capital of the Nord.
Hindu people praying next to Makamary Ammar Temple, Ampara district, north east Sri Lanka. This temple has been damaged during the war in the 90′s against the muslims and the Sinhalese army. Now Hindu are using the trunk of a tree as a sacred altar to pray.
Veerapuram village, Mannar district, north west Sri Lanka. In the Tamil land Several families are still living in areas assigned them at the wartime, sort of camps in their own town.
Homeland-The Syrian chrisis
Syrians in Lebanon. Inside the refugees camp in Alba district. Akkar, Lebanon border Syria
C.A. with his daughter inside the little house in the camp. He is one of the leader of the syrian community in the area.
Syrian armenian in Beirut.
North west Syria border Turkey, in July 2013.
Bab Al Salam Refugee Camp, Syria.
Inside their tent
Surviving. Huritan, Aleppo.
Surviving. Majad family in Huritan, Aleppo.
Huritan, Aleppo.
Turkey border Syria. A young syrian refugee in a not authorized camp in Kilis, the first turkish town after the border.
Syrian refugees in Kilis, Turkey border Syria.
Inside a box, Kilis.
Homeland-Refugees in Bangladesh, 2012-2013
The borders of present-day Bangladesh were established with the partition of Bengal and India in 1947, when the region became East Pakistan. Due to political exclusion, ethnic and linguistic discrimination, as well as economic neglect by the politically dominant West Pakistan, popular agitation resulted in the Bangladesh Liberation War of 1971, which the Bengali people won with the support of India.
In the Capital, Dhaka, there is a substantial number of people belonging to pakistani descent that are still living in the old refugees camp inside the city.
Adam Jee Pakistani camp, Dhaka
Bihari Pakistani Camp, Dhaka
Kutupalong Refugee Camp, south Bangladesh border with Myanmar. Here thousands of Muslim refugees, fleeing from the Buddhist extremism, are seeking refugee. They are the Rohingya people from the north of Myanmar.
The little classroom inside the Kutupalong refugee Camp
Homeland-Dhaka, 2012-2013
Dhaka, the polluted and large capital of Bangladesh. The characteristics of Bangladesh are starkly similar to those of the neighboring region. Extreme poverty, slums near the railways, thickly populous and severely polluted regions near the delta and extreme political corruption and unemployment are the connecting threads. Political instability in these areas is often marred by social tensions and extremist groups causing a constant upheaval in the common man’s life.
In the most troubled times the real facet of mankind emerges. Here, the humanity of people is accentuated with their difficulties of survival. In contrast to the toxic air you breathe here, you stumble upon hospitality in its purest form.
In the old part of Dhaka. Raja and his family.
Family in their The little house made of sheet metal in a slum along the raliway.
Workers in the shipyard of Sadarghat
Homeland-Mumbai, 2012
Mumbai is a megalopolis where modern residential areas share borders with the slums and shantytowns where the majority of laborers of local industries reside. The slums are born out of the city as sleeping places for workers who flock there from surrounding rural areas in search of fortune.
From the earliest shacks around the luxurious buildings under construction, a real inhabited nucleus is formed that feeds on the settlement of entire generations.
Babu with his family in his little house in Kassam Nagar slum.
A young woman giving love to her son in his nest on the road.
Baba and his sons inside his plastic tent in Varsova slum. This slum is on the beach area, so during the monsoons they lives on the water.
Kanta with her daughters at home. Colaba Slum
Kanta’s home in Colaba slum. To the window.
Kanta’s home in Colaba slum. Details of the kitchen.
Bringing Ice for the son’s birthday party.
