OVER NIGHT, 2015
As part of my volunteer work at the Makom Acher (Another Place) youth shelter, I encountered dozens of residents, each carrying a world of stories, all of which eventually converged into one small, private space: a bed.
OVER NIGHT, 2015
As part of my volunteer work at the Makom Acher (Another Place) youth shelter, I encountered dozens of residents, each carrying a world of stories, all of which eventually converged into one small, private space: a bed.