The shape of this doorway is elegant and traditional. It could be an entry to a mosque or Kasbah. Yet its sides are scarred and covered with dirt and it gives entrée to piles of used tires. The image is full of incongruities and facades – another door, ornate and massive lies open just to the right of the tires. The man who stands in the doorway is also incongruous. His white shirt is spotless, yet it hangs over his trousers. He stares at us with incomprehension – he probably can’t image why we would want to photograph a battered doorway and a pile of old tires. The doorway is the key to the image. As a symbol it is meant to promise much, but the realities show it is nothing more than a façade.