A Truck in the Desert
The old overloaded truck trudges along the track in the desert. Around it are a few shrubs and, in the background, a barren rock face. It carries a mountain of belongings, with a group of people wrapped in their white turbans perched on top.
From the top of the truck crossing the desert, some hands rise to greet us. It’s the photograph of Africa. A heterogeneous tangle of countries in search of salvation. In pursuit of well-being, progress, and an emancipation never truly achieved.
But it is also the image of the journey.
A journey made of steps and images, but also of words and poetry. The poetry of images that immerse us in distant worlds, the poetry of words that make us reflect and connect us with the “others.” Where “other” is everything that does not belong to us, is distant, different.
A journey made of life and death.
Of wonderful landscapes and oppressed peoples. A true journey. This photo establishes a connection, prompts us to think, invites us to discover. But above all, it encapsulates a world that reflects contemporary multi-ethnicity, and in the end, it is an invitation to knowledge, an essential foundation of respect. For a hand to rise in response to a colorful greeting from strangers whose path we crossed on an old overloaded truck in some far-off desert. A fate we know nothing of and hope has been generous.
