The photographs were taken by a persona called Holgo Vejam. This is his true story.

Holgo was a Hungarian-Brazilian, who found himself jobless in Brazil. He decided to move to Budapest to stay with his uncle and look for a job. Later, when his uncle died, Holgo was declared as the only one next of kin. He inherited money and a bag with some cameras and unexposed negative films.

With the money he went traveling looking for a job. He rented cheap rooms in the city outskirts and the only valuables he had was his bag with cameras and some clothes.

Holgo has travelled along major cities in Europe, North and South America trying to fix himself employed. During these trips he took pictures. He is now gone to an unknown place and had left these pictures behind.

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I met Holgo when he was resuming his travels. The money drained out and the film rolls finished. He stayed couple of months in a room I rented to him. He told me he went through various locations looking for a job, but he couldn't find any. He has been in Berlin, Brussels, La Coruña, London, New York and Rio.

Towards the end of the second month living in my apartment, he had no more money to pay the rent. He kept his hope and promises, as he was sure, everything would end up well. But a month extended to two, all promises were broken, and it was soon very clear that neither job, neither the rent would happen.

Holgo decided to go back to Brazil as his mother could send him money for the ticket. But he still couldn't pay back the rent. He decided to leave me the camera and the undeveloped negatives as a deposit, promising to come back and pay off the debts. I knew the situation was hopeless. I wanted him to take his belongings, but he insisted it should stay. Probably, he couldn’t carry it and had no place to store it. Not only I wouldn't receive any rent, I had to store his shit as well.

***(story continues in the book)