Password: Fajara 00:49:49

In the past two years, 10,000 people have gone through the Jungle of Calais, the biggest shantytown of Europe. Coming from Sudan, Iraq, Afghanistan or Eritrea they have run away from war, oppression and jihadist threat. 90% of them want to reach UK at any price. They want to join their families, enter communities that speak the same language, find favorable asylum conditions and work on the black market in this British El Dorado.

Since 2003, Calais, a port town, was converted into a strategic point from which to enter the UK without having to rely on smugglers. Here everybody has an opportunity and for this reason, when day falls, everyone, regardless of their origin or gender, gets united to reach their common goal : Do Fajará !

Fajará, a word that in Arabic means explosion, blow it! but that in the "jungle" the word gets another meaning, arriving safe at port, -at Dover. Every -night the inhabitants of the "Jungle" get together to do some "Dougar", that is to build barricades that will create traffic jams for the trucks going to England and allow some of them to jump inside the trailers. These frequent happenings on the motorway to Calais imply another regular theatre: confrontation with the police and truck drivers. Constantly Mohammed, Ali, Khan and many others are facing danger, are playing with death and some ... are losing. In the cemetery of Calais lie 28 immigrants, of which 16 died in 2016. Their graves, unlike the adorned ones that surround them, are marked by numbers written on wood stuck into the ground, without further ado. And this is the way they died, without further ado.

"Password: Fajara" describes the moments of risk at night, of hiding and waiting, of attempts to pass and of some successful ones. The images "Fajará to death" have been made possible thanks to the complicity between the immigrants and the photographer, after the latter lived six months in the "jungle" and developed a photo workshop for a group of them, a project called "Jungleye". The images have been taken with an infrared camera for hunt. The aesthetic given reminds one of "surveillance" images but this time the camera instead of being watchman is accomplice. This time it become allies with the ones building "dougar", with the ones doing "Fajara" to keep an eye on "Abbas", the police in the jargon of the "Jungle".

"Password: Fajara" is showing a dark present. The distorted images that Europe is forecasting are giving dreams to some that have to leave their home to make their life liveable. Caught in the seams of Europe, they are surviving in inhuman conditions. In this being that is not, where even the dead are losing their names, the old language doesn't mean anything anymore, for this reason in the Jungle new words have to be invented. "Fajará to death" is taking part in this impulse: giving name or making image to reveal the world.

Caption: Third night of the Jungle demolition. Smoke from tear gas and from an unidentified fire is mixed. The Sudanese burning camp alerts the watchmen of the other communities installed on the roofs of the shacks. Mobile phones, walkie talkies and fire extinguishers are the tools they share to protect each other when firefighters, ambulances or police officers are in short supply as chaos arises.