Terminals, platforms, decks and windows: a sequence about the hours no one counts.
Amaru Quispe · 7 photographs
September 22, 2026
Terminal, 05:40. Everyone faces the same direction.The fence is newer than the town.Departures. Some of these names will not come back.Last train. The platform empties faster than it filled.A suitcase packed for one season, used for eleven years.Crossing. Nobody talks about arriving until it happens.A street that looks like home, six thousand kilometres from home.
About the contributor
Amaru Quispe
Photographer
From
Peru
Affiliation
Independent
Amaru photographs bus terminals, border towns and the long in-between of travel across the Andes.
