The terrorist organization was driven out of the small coastal city by U.S. airstrikes and “a bunch of guys with guns.”
They came from nearby cities. They were painters, bakers, fathers. Anywhere from 16 to 60 years old, according to Brabo.
“Most of them are fighting in flip-flops and shorts,” Brabo said.
“Leftovers,” as Brabo puts it.
Brabo wanted to tell a story that encapsulated a deadly and bloody battle that lasted for months — a story of “fear, tension and sadness.”
And silence. So much of the city has been destroyed and deserted.
“It’s a little bit creepy,” he said. “You cannot see anyone before you reach the front line.”
Brabo’s photos show gutted and crumbling buildings, scarce of life and people.
“You can hear shooting in the distance,” he said.
Brabo first visited Sirte in 2011. He returned in 2016 and saw a lot of the same people he met before.
But the war claimed hundreds of lives and injured thousands.
“I made good friends there,” Brabo said. “And sadly, I have lost some.”
With little protection and old artillery, fighters were extremely vulnerable and ill-equipped to treat injuries. The nearest “hospital” was located inside an emptied grocery store. Only a few paramedics worked there, according to Brabo.
Even though the situation was dangerous, Brabo said, “they always had time to make jokes.”
A facade to soften reality.
“But even if they’re smiling, they don’t care to.”