Earthquake: The day I thought it was the end
Bangkok's hard earthquake in memory
Brandoli Javier Manzano, Journalist and photography lover. I have lived the last 15 years in South Africa, Mozambique, Mexico, Italy, Thailand and now I live in the United States, New York.
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Sandwich Harbour: where the ground is wider than the sky
I felt minimal. I am that point that is seen in the distance. I started walking between the dunes…
The ghost of the leopard
The leopard may be the most fascinating animal in the savannah. I don't think it's just…
New Zealand: Napier's discreet charm
Route through the North Island
Bangkok: The city in which to advance is a vice
Praised the undervalued calm
Who does Covid-19 give a damn and?
A few months ago I listened at the Bangkok subway a hotel podcast Jorge Juan where Javier Aznar…
A until never pronounced until later
The difficult "art" of the farewell
The old books already announced it: Trump, networks, fake news…
Steinbeck, Peace, Dostoevsky, Pasolini... They already wrote above all this
The tourist lost in La pack: Is it worth traveling like this?
Selfies, massive places, Environmental deterioration, industrial routes ...
Rome is not a city, It is a trade
The barbarians did not conquer anything, The barbarians survived Rome
Panlongshan: China's border with the barbarians
The Great Wall explains the condemnation of Tianxia
And at the end, They killed Father Marcelo
They had been trying for years. I met him in 2015. He then told me that they wanted to kill him.. As I repeated in 2016, in 2018 and in 2021. In their lands, The Highlands of Chiapas, The dead do not reach a higher rank than that of a corpse.. And the, brave and tenacious, He pointed his finger at the drug traffickers and murderers who finally killed him.
Namibia, ten images
Sometimes it is better to let the images speak. After nearly five years of life and travels in Africa, a photographic summary of the country to another harsh reality, the progress and the immense beauty of this continent. My eyes and my camera sits today in beautiful Namibia.
Were they laughing or yawning?
The first time I lived outside of Spain, in Malta, upon returning a good friend asked me what have you learned? and I answered: “The secret is the people”. And every country I live in, every trip i make, I have it clearer.
Lima: route through the city of legends and cliffs
Route Lima and its monuments, restaurants, legends and unique corners.
Pasolini's Rome: the city that tourists don't go to
These are not human dwellings that line up on the mud, but pens for animals, kennels. Made from rotten planks, chipped walls, plates, waxed fabrics. As a door they often have just a dirty old curtain ....
Venecia: the empty city and the strange carnival
In venice, the night of 5 June, the wails of the water were heard as we walked, barefoot, through the waterlogged plaza of high water in June, strange message from a city that doesn't hear. That day was the revival of a city that was created, in the 5th century, to flee from the conquests of the barbarians, and that was closed three months ago for fear of the virus and its shadows
Australia: the remains of the oldest culture in the world
The statue of Queen Victoria is untainted. In Mexico City, Columbus was always the red paint and a perennial sign of genocide. Here there is hardly anyone to throw paint indigenous sovereign venerated, while in Mexico live 11 million indigenous and 93% population is mestizo.
Qatar: the opaque realm that matter human
Taste is a rarity in the balloon, a country where the main population of the country is another country, India. One in four people living in Qatar is India. "They are the main population", We Faisal explained by an Indian who accompanies us in the car and nods.
Return to the land of the angry and depressed
Those were times when he returned to Europe heard people complain about everything. Some told me that they could only play the lottery and I thought they did not know that the most important lottery had already touched: born in Europe.
Another umbilical cord around the globe
How can you not have fun in a country that Disney invented a children's film that deals with death? How not want to decipher a country with unpronounceable volcanoes are lovers? How not a surprise that pays street musicians to brighten their spicy foods because they like people mourn and laugh at the same time? How can we not admire a place that when you see her insides shaking more hands than rubble?
On a train climbing the Andes
He climbed a plateau between 3000 and 4000 meters. Can you believe it? As if the world could be turned upside down without falling anything. The train blew smoke and us life. From our window we watched the Andes and rain steppe grasses and leathery people by the cold sun.
Refugees abandoned in the mountains of Chiapas
I realized this report in February 2018, before voluntarily leaving the correspondent of El Mundo in Mexico last April. The newspaper has not published yet and still receive weekly messages conflict, videos of displaced, statements of more violence and express request of groups of victims to please publish it and so a conflict that there is little information on the ground is known.
Journey to the Kingdom of jungle, Calakmul stone and bats
Calakmul is south of the rain and wind and north of the wrath of volcanoes. Where the roads meet in a thick jungle where men walk stealthily to stumble over a new life surrounded by cats and military. Not seen, to nobody, because green when it is dense has the virtue of camouflaging mistakes.
