In 2016 I had the opportunity to visit a Refugee-Camp in Holot in the middle of the Negev Desert. At that time around 6000 young men mostly from Sudan and Eritrea were trapped there, since it was almost not possible to get a permit to stay in Israel for them. Israel said, the Camp is an open facility, but form me it felt like a prison. The refugees had to register every two hours at the entrance of the facility but the next village is more than an hour walk away. So it was not possible for them to visit. In front of the camp, they had some improvised stores where they can buy things for their daily use. You coud not find toothpaste there for example, but Vaseline was no problem to buy. The main goal of this camp is not to integrate the refugees more to make their live miserable as possible in order to make them go back voluntary.
I wanted to document the atmosphere there and not focus on the people itself, since i tried to respect the situation they are in.
The second series is an excerpt from my project about the wonderful creepy shop window mannequins in Tel Aviv at night.
The third series is an excerpt from my observations at the central bus station הַתַּחֲנָה הַמֶּרְכָּזִית הַחֲדָשָׁה in Tel Aviv which is an unbelievable strange building as i always felt like in an anthill and it reminded me strongly at the Chunking Mansions in Hong Kong. It's a melting pot of so many different nationalities and shops and smells and abandoned movie theatres and gloomy corners and some shelters and probably some hidden secret service facilities.