I met him at the entrance of the supermarket where he was begging for change with his parents and uncle. He asked me for a cigarette. I gave him one and he started asking about my photo camera I was carrying on my shoulder, from where I am and stuff. I lit a cigarette too and gave him another one. He continued to talk about how difficult bagging is and how little money he collect on a rainy day as it was that day. I was immediately intrigued by his openness talking about his way of life, how is to be a Roma and how are they perceived by the society. I thought this could be a story worth telling, so I asked him if I could take some photos of him and his family. They agreed. I turned on my camera and the voice recording app on my smartphone, and started to capture.
This is the story about a day in Dule’s life in front of the supermarket, from 7:00 – 19:00.
One year after I went to Fotopub again. Chris told me that Dule didn’t make it through the winter. He was about 28 or so.