In 1975, after the occupation of Western Sahara and the outbreak of conflict between the Polisario Front and Morocco, thousands of Sahrawis fled to Tindouf, Algeria, seeking refuge. In this inhospitable desert, refugee camps were established which, far from being a temporary solution, have become home to several generations. Over time, these camps have come to symbolize the neglect and stagnation of an unresolved situation, turning Sahrawi refugees into a people trapped in uncertainty.

Nearly fifty years later, life in the Tindouf camps remains marked by precarity and resilience. The international community has provided humanitarian aid, but the absence of a definitive political solution perpetuates this crisis. Many of today's refugees were born in the camps and know no other world, deepening the sense of abandonment and uprootedness.
Time has left its mark not only on the lives of Sahrawi refugees but also on my photographic archives. My collection of slides, accumulated over decades, bears the signs of time: mold, humidity, and color changes that have transformed the images into faded reflections of their original reality. Far from restoring them, I believe this deterioration offers a visual and conceptual parallel to the plight of the Sahrawi refugees.