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My mother Sabine was born in West Germany. She grew up in the post-war period as the third daughter of two refugees from Silesia. Photography, literature and languages are all things she has always been passionate about. In her twenties, she combined study with travel and a career in teaching.
In the 1980s, Sabine met my father, and - as a result - her path led her to the most Eastern point of mainland Africa. In 1985, Sabine got on a plane via Moscow to Mogadishu, a place she knew very little about. With her Voigtländer Vito camera at hand, my mother set foot in Somalia and started documenting the beauty she encountered.
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