Blown on a Steel Breeze

Endless roads somewhere in South Africa. A country torn apart, but still a paradise of its own. Colors, smells, visual impressions … they all melt into a huge bizarre painting when a relentless sun continues to blaze. Feeling homesick after a few hours on the ground. Striving for more. A target-rich environment for photographers. You literally have to keep your belongings close to your head. Become invisible or become a statistic. Ranked as the number one country for daily murder cases per capita. There are more daily killings than in some civil war zones. Sometimes muggers kill for ridiculously small amounts of money. A target-rich environment for everybody. What a waste so close to paradise.