04/12/13 This story won an Ossie award for best photojournalism. After spending some time in the Congo,there’s certain aspects of this bizarre and beautiful place that you get used to. Like all countries, what was once exotic becomes banal and is swiftly absorbed into everyday life. You get used to the sight of AK-47s slung across the slender shoulders of most of the men, the security nests, the barbed wire. You get used to the fetid smell of rotting food and the snotty, fly blown…

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I wrote this article shortly after I returned from the Congo. It received second place in the Red Cross International Humanitarian Law student journalism competition. “I can’t count the number of people I’ve killed.” Bahati Salomon shifts in his chair after he says this, his small hands drumming the wooden table top.His blue overalls, meant for a grown man, sag past his slender shoulders and gather in soft bunches around his ankles. viagra uk purchase Bahati is 12 years old. We’re sitting in a bare…

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Photos by Leonie Lohwasser Istanbul; neon clings to the crumbling facade of the city. By day you visit a 1000 year old mosque where the passage of time is completely incomprehensible until much later, a fluorescent club provides some context by playing last year’s Rhianna. (like ,as if) Feeling somehow debaucherous and grotty within my first 12 hours spent in the city, I went with my friend Ceci to a Hamam, a traditional Turkish bath. After some confusion about which part we could enter (…

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