11/03/2020
It is exactly 4 month ago I landed in La Paz excited for going there for one month. I was lucky to get the opportunity to be the first student attending the exchange program between my University and the one in La Paz. Bad timing or not, depends on how you see it, but I landed the very same day as the blockades and barricades started paralizing the city of La Paz. The protests started in response to claims of electoral fraud. So when Evo Morales, the former president of Bolivia, stepped out the office, all the rock'n'roll started. No public transport was operating from the airport and only few taxi drivers knew the way through the barricades. To find a taxi was a mission. Somehow, I managed. I was sitting in the taxi tired from the long trip and lack of oxygen, watching the city which looked like a war zone, a ghost town with no people. However, I could not wait to expore this beautiful country and to meet even more beautifull people.
Of course, nothing turned out as planned and I don't think I was really aware of this from the beginning. Schools were closed, shops were closed, public transport was closed. Not even the famous teleferico was running. There was nothing else for me to do than to go out and document the happenings on the streets of La Paz. And huh, what a shot of adrenaline that was! You could feel the tension in the air everywhere! Almost as much as the tear gas from police. People were chewing coca, clashing with police. You could not talk with anybody. People was angry. Everybody was running and everybody was screaming.
So I was there...shooting Bolivian people full of anger. I was not alone. Many others photographers were there, too. But there was one difference between us: the other ones had tear gas masks, helmets and bullet proof wests. I was there just in my hoodie and my favorite black adidas cap on which it said "Thank you for nothing"...