[vc_row content_text_aligment=\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0\u00bb use_row_as_full_screen_section=\u00a0\u00bbno\u00a0\u00bb][vc_column width=\u00a0\u00bb1\/2″ css=\u00a0\u00bb.vc_custom_1506256930796{padding-right: 20px !important;padding-left: 20px !important;}\u00a0\u00bb][vc_column_text css=\u00a0\u00bb.vc_custom_1512561701074{padding-top: px !important;padding-left: px !important;}\u00a0\u00bb]\u00abIn the summer of 2016, I decided to go to Stalingrad to make portraits of the migrants and Sudanese refugees who were camping in the streets, waiting to be given shelter and a status by the authorities. They were happy to be drawn and painted ; it was important for them to be represented, to create a contact with the Parisian population and to be visible.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][vc_column width=\u00a0\u00bb1\/2″ css=\u00a0\u00bb.vc_custom_1506256938241{padding-top: px !important;padding-right: 20px !important;padding-left: 20px !important;}\u00a0\u00bb][vc_column_text]Some of them, like Salam or Nasredine, had just arrived. They slept outside and didn’t speak any French or English. They now take French lessons each evening in the street thanks to non-profit organizations working in the neighborhood.
\nOthers, like Abdou or Ibrahim, have been in France for one year. They\u2019re staying in a hotel or in a social center and they\u2019re learning French in schools.\u00bb[\/vc_column_text]