I moved to Sweden in October 2018 and suddenly realized I had to consider myself an immigrant. I tried to cope with the negative connotations of the term. I struggled with the indignity of it.
I started to collect stories about the everyday struggles of women I met on my path as an immigrant. Usually, we meet over a cup of coffee. We talk like friends and share our experiences. I write down excerpts that I find most telling.
Those stories reflect a struggle for dignity in precarious circumstances while becoming a mirror of society, revealing the working and living conditions, the mentality and cultural differences. My photographs and a herbarium with the keywords for the experiences complement the stories. Together, they form a collective diary.