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Tierra de Brujas, Mary Ferreira

For: Javier Brandoli
There are times Earth Bruges in reaching smell everything and you have to separate some pages, breathe and do an exercise of memory is to remind humans. I read a few books on Africa and, course, I have never faced such a work. Perhaps because none of the authors I have read I could tell in the first person what tells Maria. She did not run away from Makuyu, as we would almost all, She stood there hating and loving the land
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Aberdares: the hotel-tree crowned queen

For: Ricardo Coarasa (text and photos)
Aberdares: the hotel-tree crowned queen
Getting up early in the morning turned into the sovereign of one of the first powers of the world is an experience available to very few mortals, but doing more than 7.000 miles of Buckingham Palace, in the middle of the Aberdare Mountains Kenya, is indeed a privilege.
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Chronicle from Garissa, the terrrorista bombing which no one speaks
For: Maria Ferreira (text and photos)

I'm in a hotel in Garissa and I am one of the few foreign field. 147 dead in Kenya and what. 147 dead in Kenya and our dignity in tatters, friends. 147 dead and fear remains. And the inhabitants of Garissa running down the road to get home before curfew. And terror. And the constant threat. And we sleep quiet today because today, this time, us we have not done pupa
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Kenya, ten images
For: Javier Brandoli (text and photos)

A coastline of white sand and blue sea, a decrepit train and wonderful sailing time, some parks where the senses never rest, a cosmopolitan capital, sulfur lake water, some tribes of the Pleistocene, some crop fields where everything grows, a painful urban poverty and cheerful people and capable. Kenya could be the country that best sums Africa.
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Laughing at fear in Africa
For: Maria Ferreira (text and photos)

Before he could realize, my dear friend crossed the precipice by way of the train. The steps agreed with the old wooden boards; one misstep and you fell into the river. And he was high. And I was afraid.
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