Abidjan

If you want to know how hard Aiidara Amadou works, you only have to look at his fingers. They have become shrivelled from the water. His fingernails have nearly dissolved from the soap. more ...

Abidjan is a city of merchants. These tenacious salespeople fascinate me; I prefer to buy from them than in the supermarket. Yet the most astonishing of them is a man named Andoubou. more ...

Papa Bouagnon is dead. He passed away three weeks ago and today he will be buried. For two nights the relatives, friends and colleagues of the former teacher danced until dawn. more ...

Basically, it’s child’s play to get from Munich to Abidjan. You drive to the airport, board an Airbus and land two hours later in Paris. There, you change planes. more ...