Maputo Diary, 2000 – 2022
2000 – 2022
I grew up in Mozambique. My parents moved there just after the country won its independence. I would stand on the roof of my kindergarten with fists pointing to the sky shouting: “long live the liberation party” and “down with the armed bandits”. Already then the civil war was catching on.
I spent my childhood roaming the streets with my friends; there were no cars because fuel was impossible to get. I was just as good a dancer as any of the other kids, but I didn’t belong for real. I didn’t have a family member that had been killed in the civil war. My parents had chosen to come; and they could chose to leave again.
As a teenager I moved back to Denmark with my father. My mother and youngest sister stayed in Maputo. Since then, I’ve spent my summers in Maputo. That was where I took my first photo course.
In the year 2000 I met two young trans persons in the street. I spent the next two weeks with Ingracia and Antonieta and their intimate circle of friends. I scratched the surface of their lives; the Sisters, they called themselves. Our time together became a photo series; and without me knowing it at the time, it was also the start of Maputo Diary. Over the years I returned to photograph the Sisters. Many have died along the way. And our friendship grew and became intertwined with my own family and other friends.
Maputo Diary is my diary. Since its vulnerable and innocent beginning, it has become a monument over life lived between different cultures, friendships and people that are no longer here. With my camera I insist on intimacy in the pain. When death is all around, life burns bright and strong.
There’s an expanded piece of writing about Maputo Diary on the “contact” page.