Walking along the endless corridors of the Medjidi Tabia Fort I could smell the mould, the intoxicating scent of old fabrics, still bearing stains from the previous life they had once lived. Now everything was mixed with the feel of the soft afternoon sun, shining through the window bars and the smell of earth and stone and the one of dry grass. I spotted a sword – just like the one my sister and I used to play with when we were children. Continue reading The Innovation of Deprivation