LagosPhoto 2020: Rapid Response Restitution
I left home at 13, often changing addresses, cities and countries. My suitcase became smaller every year; however, I still have a few remaining childhood items until today, which I keep as totems. This is my story, the remains of my old identity, a sentimental journey in time with people who are no longer with me.
The azure dress I wore to my baptism.
The owl, a ceramic lamp from Communist East Berlin. My father bought this when he was working there, around the time I was born.
A picture of myself with my beloved grandmother Christina.
A mid-19 century silver dog brooch, a gift from someone important.
A lucky silver stone I found when I came to London.
The bronze statue of Bacchus, 1933, and memories of 20th century Madrid.