For a moment, Billy Dinh didn’t see that there was a man’s face among all the junk in the shop. The photographer was walking in the back alleys of Mardin, the ancient city in the south of Turkey not far from the Syrian border. The narrow streets there are lined with hole-in-the-wall shacks like this one, where it seems you might buy old paint tins and a bit of pipe. It was only when the stallholder took a drag on his cigarette that he emerged from the wreckage read more
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