One Night in Florida

One long analysis on reporting violence and finding words for horror, when night falls back in “hotel” Florida –the ruins of a brothel, filthy with rats and roaches, run by an old Lebanese-, in the frontline of Monrovia.

On how to pierce out the thorns of the day, to retain only the elusive flowers – and keep on working next morning.“I did not, I did not…”

Text: Pedro Rosa Mendes | Illustration: George Pratt | Layout: Christoph Ermisch | Foto und Konzept: Wolf Böwig