The road is long and the load is heavy. I find myself battling the mainstream, fighting against ideas and finally fighting against the people who surround me;. Refusing to vanish in a crowed of broken dreams or to merge with the grays. Exile has become a stronghold against prefabricated reality, a shield that will protect who I am. An exile surrounded by solitude, disappointment and fears of ticking time, growing old, accomplishing nothing but a broken version of my own self. A fighting soul and a doubting mind clashing with each other every step along the way. The country is changed, or perhaps different from the image I have created while abroad, to compensate for the lack of home feelings as I was growing into a man. Reality can hit you hard, either you accept it and change, or you refuse it, thinking there is another way around, where you can create your own path away from predefined roles and identities.

- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
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- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
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- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
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- Abdo Shanan - photographer -
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