There are no words to the images in my books as indeed there are times when I took no photographs. In Srebrenica 9000 men were executed during a few weeks in the summer of 1995, I photographed one of the women, still among the ruins. In Asia I met a labourer who had no other choice. Her back was like concrete, just like the bridge towering over her. The bridge to another life she could not reach. In Pol Pot’s torture chambers, I photographed the photographs of tortured children. Lest we forget. These two women in a small village 30 minutes drive outside the capital, Asmara in Eritrea, walked into the dark clouds. I photographed strength, and a sense of hope.