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In the north of Pakistan, in Karimabad and Gilgit, I have met people truthful, kind and honest.

Engaged by their spirits I inherited their culture, mixed into the folk, and photographed without considering the good or bad image, but only follow my instinct of what makes sense and what left behind me what didn’t inspire me.

No more doubts – snap or not to snap, but only does the idea of the photograph I am about to take has the outcome I want.

I could explain my fearless behaviour with the amount of travelling I have done. After 16 months I was immune to fear. Constantly soaked into the strudel of change and adaption made me resistant.