When I was a teenager, I wanted to become a journalist, specifically a photo journalist, in conflict zones. It’s un unusual choice, given my age at the time. But something pushed me into a direction that would allow me to tell invisible stories. Maybe it was the guilt I felt as a German. Maybe it was this sense of never closing your eyes to suffering, which made me want to choose this career path. I wanted to document atrocities. Today, retrospectively speaking, this is curious because at that time I was still . . .

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