Deb’s Wife and Child
Gobelin woven tapestry

It was Christmas Eve when Deb brought his European passengers home for the night at the end of our desert crossing. His wife prepared a communal bowl of vegetables and couscous and served the sweetest fruit I had ever tasted. Deb’s children watched us shyly and giggled at our strange ways. Despite such a warm welcome into Deb’s home, I was never colder than that night spent covered in carpets in an unheated room in Algeria.

Deb’s Wife and Child | ARTWORK, Togo