Addicted to opium in the womb, Ja Te had a tough start. His mother blew smoke in his face when he cried. In his twenties, he works for people in his Thai border village, for a smidgen of opium and a few rice meals. Lying in his favourite position, curled by his pork-fat lamp, he takes a break between scores of pipes. Kodachrome slide film, Nikon FM2, taken in 1979.