Summer 2012 my mum was at the beach in Sitges when she met Max, he was 27 years old, like me. He was selling "pareos" an sunglasses. During this summer they become friends and I guess that touched by Max's story of migration from Senegal, my mum started to help him as he was a member of our family. Max and I met during christmas, and since then we became half brothers.
Max is from Dakar, Senegal. My mum travelled to Senegal when she was 27 with her good friend Annabel, it was her first trip to Africa. End july 2016, Max wrote me on facebook letting me know he was in Dakar visiting his family. Next day I was on a plane destination Dakar, not sure why I was going there but i guess I was pushed by the search of coincidence surrounding our story.
Rond Point Colobane follows the trace of a path drowned in the ground of an unknown city. I sink in Max's stage. The magic of coincidence located me in this scenario so I decided to chase with my camera all that surrounded me looking for an everyday that could be mine if i was really his brother. The result is a collection of photos found while walking around.