- Posted August 23, 2013 by
Moving target in Kairouan
One shot, one stone. One click, one heavy breath. One more photo that cannot be the last one. While the sweat pouring from his forehead burns because of tear gas. But the eye is always aimed to the viewfinder ... no peripheral vision, no contact with reality, if not the one in front of you. Every now and then the view is detached from the camera to understand what is happening around. But it may be too late. The instinct is sometimes not enough. It success Sunday, May 19 in the holy city of Kairouan. All media were there trying to figure out if the jihadist Salafism of Ansar al-Sharia would break the security belt of checkpoints around the capital of Islam in Tunisia. If the dictates of the Tunisian government would be able to bend the will of orthodoxia of this radical wing, preventing the National Assembly of the supporters of Sharia law had taken place. There weren't Salafis around the mosque (jamaa) of Uqb ibn Naafas and in old town too. The boys of Medina, perhaps irritated by the strong presence of the police, the Rapid Reaction Brigade or the spectacle of Amina, the Tunisian Femen in front of the mosque, had begun to attack the security forces (and at the beginning even journalists) with a violent shower of stones, which lasted several hours. Just a few meters in front of Bab el Khouka, Abouda was shoting fast photos, capturing images, faces, stories of the madina guys headscarfed and young "casseur". Within seconds, after a couple of aggressive sentences in Arabic, a push, a kick and a group of casseur had already drag the young photographer against the fence of a school. In the group of journalists cameras had disappeared as if by magic. And the only cameraman in our group was rightly dematerialized. Unsafe bizz during a tunisian Sunday. From the school - a gym someone explained me then - popped up a prof, jeans and red shirt with stripes, gray-haired, maybe he knew the protesting guys, maybe a casseur has been one of his students. He got in the way speaking calmly, the high tension dropped magically. He woved right hand to other journalists to push us to enter through the gate in the school yard. The police was counter-attacking, dropping teargas, and cal 12 shotguns, clearly broke the air around us. Better move. Abouda is of Kairouan, is a freelance photographer. It 's always in the forefront, where stones go as missiles, insults hit as stones, kicks hurt as words and gas and bullets simply hurt. Abouda was pointing, shoting and screaming to his young co-workers how to move the key stages of an event. It has a small team and also runs a small business that sells services, movies and photos, even to famous "journalists" which then struts on glossy covers. Perhaps those that were at a safe distance from the fighting (sometimes it is better), and practicing "group article" job with other colleagues. A way to avoid to miss a news. So even any "mistakes" are repeated on several headlines and become a "truth." The glory is for the report-stars the "ass" on stake owns to persons as Abouda. A life as target.