It was 1988 and Angola was still in the midst of a civil war. I was fifteen years old and knew what could occur to boys my age – forceful and violent recruitment by the rebel army. It was Saturday morning at the market when a group of rebels attacked me. I tried to flee, I was screaming, and so was my mother; I can still hear her screams to this day, but they just took me with them. My childhood ended at that exact moment.
The whole story and about 80 other portraits will appear in the book “People Like Us“.
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