A refugee family living in the streets of Nairobi (research for a TV-reportage, January 1998) It’s hot in the capital of Kenia, eastern Africa. Anne Wachira puts her two year old daughter Naomi in a kanga on her back. With another kanga she makes a package of all their belongings and gives it to her daughter Mary (eight) . Anne takes her oldest daughter Rose (thirteen) by the hand and vanishes silently with her family into the noisy streets of Nairobi. We just had lunch together at Wimpy’s, a hamburger chain. Chicken, pommes frites, Coke. The other guests starred at us. At me, because I am white. At them, because they are homeless and dirty.
