From the moment I saw him sitting among a small group of friends by the canal in Calais, I knew I wanted his photograph. Fortunately for me he also turned out to be one of those people that quite like having their photograph taken. Even later, when I suspected he was tiring of this attention, he did so only with a raised eyebrow or a smile, because he was one of those rare people that get endless pleasure from making others happy.


Once he realised that the crazy photographer wanted to document all aspects of migrant life in Calais, I think he saw it as part of his job to make sure that I didn’t come to any harm along the way. To a man from his corner of the Middle East, it was a matter of honour and respect. To a woman from my corner of the South East of England, it…

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