no news is good news...

Sometimes we receive packages from "home". Inside we may find scraps of newspaper used as padding.

It's rare that we ever find anything worth reading in these scraps, though, even though we do look. So the newspaper goes into the rubbish pile in front of our house, and from there to the ladies across the street. They use it to start charcoal fires for smoking fish.

The smoke drifts back over to our house and soon fills our lungs. Sometimes you just can't get away from it.

Lomé, Togo, June 2008.

Rolleiflex SL66, Fomapan 400.