A SERBIAN LIMBO

Preševo, Serbia (2015)

This work depicts the situation I found in Preševo (a small town near the border with North Macedonia, in the province of Pčinja, Southern Serbia) during the first days of October 2015. The day I arrived, it was raining, and kept raining incessantly in the following days too. People were waiting in a long queue for several hours, tired, hungry, sleepy, with their feet in the mud and their luggage in tow, before entering the camp to be registered. The only protection, provided by the few institutions on site, were ponchos and plastic sheets that covered the line here and there, while a lucky few took shelter under their own umbrellas. The flow of people was almost continuous, arriving to reach even ten thousand refugees a day.

A SERBIAN LIMBO

Preševo, Serbia (2015)

This work depicts the situation I found in Preševo (a small town near the border with North Macedonia, in the province of Pčinja, Southern Serbia) during the first days of October 2015. The day I arrived, it was raining, and kept raining incessantly in the following days too. People were waiting in a long queue for several hours, tired, hungry, sleepy, with their feet in the mud and their luggage in tow, before entering the camp to be registered. The only protection, provided by the few institutions on site, were ponchos and plastic sheets that covered the line here and there, while a lucky few took shelter under their own umbrellas. The flow of people was almost continuous, arriving to reach even ten thousand refugees a day.