The first blackout occurred on the 7th of march. It took me and the country by surprise. For almost a week, I was completely disconnected from the outside world, without electricity, water, internet and phone. These were days of uncertainty. How long would the electricity be off? Did we have enough food? Would people start to loot? Would angry protesters try to overthrow the government? Still, I kept on doing pictures which in hindsight make up a very personal photo diary about how I lived these days when the whole nation went dark.
I met the Venezuelan migrant Miguel Torres and his family on their first day after having arrived in Cúcuta, Colombia. A month later, I visited his grandmother in Caracas. This is a photo essay in construction about Venezuelans who left their home country and about their loved ones who stayed behind and are trying desperately to survive.
The Arauca river, about 100 meters wide, is the border line and a lifeline between Colombia and Venezuela. It is a permeable border, through which people pass and also contraband. A photo story from the turbulent waters that separate the inseparable.
It´s hard to oversee the Tower of David. The second highest building of Venezuela rises 190 meters into heaven, right in the middle of the historic center of the capital Caracas. A group of followers of President Hugo Chávez squatted the complex in 1997. I visited them.