LAST BORDER

I concieve the Jungle as a kind of a jail: there are 5000 people stuck in Calais and none of them really want to stay. The hope of going further becomes as impossible as going back.

It is not as the other transit places they have been to before in their journey through Europe: they arrive seeing Calais as the last step, but it ends up being a dead end in many cases. It is a paradox in itself. After a very long and dangerous trip they get really close from their goal -England- and what they found is hundred of kilometers of wire huge fences and a very tough repression. Besides, the fact that they stay there for long periods carries an interesting consequence: a multicultural stablished community.

This has been happening in Calais for years but it has been more highlighted by the press since the summer of 2015, when the death of several people trying to cross the Eurotunnel appeared in the news worldwide.

I based my work on how all these conditiones affect psychologically the people living in the Jungle for several months. How is it to be so close but so far at the same time? Your name, your age and your past barely matter anymore. Despite of the amazing sense of community you can experiment in the Jungle, there is a certain loss of identity and a strong sense of shared isolation.