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India, VaranasiIndia, Varanasi. It is the greatest honour for a Hindu that the ashes of his corpse are dispersed into the Ganges. An old Hindu is standing early morning on the riverside, at the crematory gate Manikarnik. They are all sipping, sprinkling the Ganges. They are washing their teeth, the laundry and - according to their ancient faith - even their sins. Some do so every day, while others only once in a lifetime. A bare-boned army is hanging around at the slope of the gate. They are awating their death holding out their hands - some rupees might come for their cremation. Just 10 rupees, please - a beggar is pushing his hand wrapped in rags to my side. I don't even know for life or for death. For lentils or for wood.
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Since I decided to be a professional photographer,I always have been searching for human aspects behind exciting visual world.Taking pictures for example of little Hungarian villages or Turkish bath party I always have been searching for faces,eyes telling history,moments hiding heritage of generations,and was interested in reality reflecting from them.I’m interested in changes of social role of places,and people behind this process.The series,born in my mind,a picture – realized through human fate and stories.This picture may disappear soon, without any left.I was an employee of the biggest Hungarian newspaper, called Népszabadság,fulfilling the daily work which is often based on routine because of lack of time.Mostly the travel abroad gave me the possibility for more thoughtful work.Nowadays,I’m a freelance photographer.I excluded those things,what bothered me. I have time to do my own photo series. Budapest, Hungary
En route to
Berlin
(ETA: Nov 17 2008).
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