I moved to Armenia in 2006.

There, I worked in a refugee centre in Erebuni, near the capital Erevan, and put together a year long reportage documenting the lives of refugees in Armenia fleeing war over Karabagh. 

A ceasefire between Armenia and Azerbaijan would have been declared a few years prior to then.

I visited the centre and its inhabitants once a week for about a year and we talked about matters of identity, living in Baku, war and cultural heritage.


I recently decided to come back to this body of work, which was my first consistent work as a photojournalist, back in 2006, when I was twenty-one years old. I edited it and added various documents - some I found in Erevan, some belonged to the refugees and then I blended them in with my own personal documents. 


I am myself from a family of Armenian refugees, my grandmother and her siblings fled to France in 1915 and sought shelter to create a new life. 

I felt the urge to see this project through in response to current events in the Middle-East and in Europe.

With this new structure, and through the use of specifically relevant after-war documentation, I aim to bring light to the fact that many of us are, in fact, refugees. Families that fled home, made to find it elsewhere. Most of us find themselves strangers and I wish to emphasize the reality of the journeys that individuals go through. 


History repeats itself, and countries are built on human migrations and see their evolution through those fluctuations.

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