These containers are meant for cargo, not for people. In the container a light bulb was hanging on a long piece of wire. It slowly moves back and forth as it is counter balancing the movements of the space.

The bulb became a symbol of life. Cargo doesn’t need any light, it’s fine in the dark. Being inside became an experience of being a refugee, a stowaway.

Some people couldn’t stand in the container, as if seasickness immediately struck them. Others liked it and sat there to enjoy the rocking motion of being in the belly of a ship.

Hundreds of people are found in containers every year, either dead or alive.

Zoro Feigl