15th Annual Smithsonian.com Photo Contest
The chains of poverty
As the sun was coming down on the most beautiful African sky, I was slowly walking back to the car. Loud music was playing, people were talking, laughing, and for me, the time has stopped. All the sounds have disappeared, silence has remained. Ghostly, sinister silence, echoing the rattle of the chains of poverty.
© Svetlana Dojcinovic.
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||Nov. 28, 2017, 5:29 a.m.