My photo essay is about temporary reminders of lives in transit. The pictures show us little clues as to who might have left these items behind. But they also have a sense of humanity, something that connects all people, regardless of nationality. Those shoes could have been mine, that little doll could have belonged to my daughter.
These pictures were taken in August 2015 near Ásotthalom, a small village at the border of Hungary and Serbia. More than 300.000 refugees have crossed the woods here into Schengen territory this year alone.
I spoke and photographed al lot of different people, locals and volunteer workers. I heard many different stories and opinions. But there was one subject that everyone discussed; the incredible amount of litter the refugees leave behind. The litter forms an extraordinary trail from the border to the train station.
By looking at the details you start wondering about the individual. When the litter is cleared the clues will be lost. It will become a memory of a moment in transit.