In 1993, my family and I arrived in Denmark as war refugees from Bosnia. I was only 7 years old at the time. For nearly 4 years, we lived in three different refugee centers: Sandholm, Avnstrup, and Gedser.

Three decades later, I returned to Avnstrup with my brother, capturing a few pictures of the camp. The experience was surreal, a journey back in time. Avnstrup seemed frozen, unchanged: the towering chimney, the familiar mole holes scattered across the soccer field, the worn children's bicycles, the stark white bus, the bars on the windows, and the surveillance cameras.

Remarkably, Avnstrup remains operational to this day, providing refuge to those fleeing conflict in places like Syria, Somalia, Palestine, and other war-torn region.