The grand market of Birhala takes place every Wednesday afternoon. Noisy place with lots of people and goods to be sold. Surrounded by the hills of South Kivu the atmosphere here is fascinating, especially towards the evening when the sun is getting ready to set. Democratic Republic of Congo. August 27, 2014. Photo by Jana Ašenbrennerová @asenbrennerova #drc #drcongo #asenbrennerova (at South Kivu, DR Congo)
"I’ve sold fish in the market for the last thirty years, because I never had the chance to go to university. Recently my daughter graduated from Makerere, which is one of the best schools in the country. When I walked through the gates to attend her graduation, I felt so happy, because I never thought I’d see the inside of a university."
"When they don’t think I’m watching, they do the funniest things. They are always dancing together. I found them in the kitchen yesterday, pretending to cook." "What’s your greatest worry as a parent?" "Their health. They’re always getting sick from the cold and the dust. Sometimes the dust gets so bad, they lose their voices."
"I spent four years studying to get a degree in law, and I’ve spent almost as long trying to find a job. Here, unless you’re the family of someone in government, nobody will hire you. I sold my last cow, and now my money is almost completely gone. I’m getting evicted so I’ll have no choice but to go back to the village with my grandparents. At least we have farms there. After all this time in school, I’ve almost forgotten how to dig.”