Javier Brandoli

Brandoli Javier Manzano, Journalist and photography lover. I have lived since 2010 South Africa, Mozambique, Mexico, Italy, Thailand. I now live in the United States, New York, since April 2025.

460 articles

Ecuador: motherhood than half the world

From there we left with the feeling that the beautiful Valley of Flowers has something more than that of Eden cemetery. We headed to another attractive project name: motherhood than half the world, in Cayambe. He then wrote in the report that was published in the press: "The name should be there because life split in two '. But, it is because there goes the line of Ecuador.

byJavier Brandoli

12 February, 2013

The article was not censorship

[st] I work with several media besides World Africa, some very sporadically.…

byJavier Brandoli

5 February, 2013

Kgalagadi: death of a language

But the time has gone annihilating one by one until only be only a couple of people who hold in their throat an ancestral form of communication. La fallecida Aenki, in fact, worked with Unesco on a program to not bury them that language. Young people are no longer interested in talking or learning an old language and opt for the Nama. The whole story seems a sad poetry to rush to find.

byJavier Brandoli

29 January, 2013

Maputo: little account of the flood

Then leave the streets and houses are flooded. You see people getting into cubes sky home, floating furniture, tin roofs that break. The city is paralyzed, especially in cardboard Maputo, where the nearby sea seems less violent than those neighborhoods lost quagmire. Everything about this affliction in which African coups become customary.

byJavier Brandoli

21 January, 2013

The life of a nun in Africa: the courage of Carmen

“Renamo, Renamo, Where is the blood of your brother Frelimo?”, told, or vice versa, paraphrasing the story of Cain and Abel. Everyone looked, silent, and some began to mourn. Wastes were. Who is without sin, Who did not kill, cast the first stone? Returned to sink in, to llorar ", recalls.

byJavier Brandoli

15 January, 2013

Routes in Africa 2013: map, drive and adventure

Johannesburg, across all Mozambique, to Malawi; Vilanculos to Cape Town through Zimbabwe, Botswana and Nambia; Angola to the mouth of the Zambezi in Mozambique; Joburg to Kruger Vialnculos and crossing the Limpopo ... A whole menu ahead in travel 2013. !What advantage!

byJavier Brandoli

8 January, 2013

Christmas in a hotel in Mozambique

I've never experienced this side of the trench. Rarely was the doer, waving the corks for others. Today, things coincidences, also work in a hotel, Villas do Indico, where madness becomes routine.

byJavier Brandoli

2 January, 2013

The funeral of Mrs. Enora

[st] Under a chestnut had dozens of men sitting on the floor. They all gathered under the protection…

byJavier Brandoli

26 December, 2012

The greed and dreams

This conversation, cases literal, I had it yesterday with Acasio, a co-worker who was taking some pictures for the new hotel website. Married, has two daughters. Not enough money. Walk three hours every day to come to work. The whole conversation started because we talked about dreams.

byJavier Brandoli

18 December, 2012

Villas do Indian

Villas do Indian

40 years: water in the sink

The distance is in my mind time and time has taught me that I'm confused with my own distances. Now that today I am 40 years, that figure terrifying pushing some to bungee jumping in the sink, I am more than ever strokes on the map. More vitally ordered and disordered than ever, that in all my virtues hide my main defects.

byJavier Brandoli

11 December, 2012

Lebolo: The "purchase" of a woman

"I bought a kid, a suit with shoes and tie for Father, a suit with sneakers for mother, one case of soda, a case of beer, five liters of wine, two liters of Nipa (local firewater), 5 Rolling snuff packages, 500 MZN (15 EUR) and six transport guests (70 meticais per person)”

byJavier Brandoli

4 December, 2012

Atlantic rowing Decalogue

These two challenges, Atlantic crossing and the writing of this book (honestly, I do not know which has been more difficult) have given me the opportunity to: first, ratify wonderful people there; and, secondly, Learn to navigate the ocean, survive in extreme situations, emotions feel asleep, clarify some ideas ... I've realized that one should not be bound to commit but imperatively

byJavier Brandoli

30 November, 2012

Gorongosa

Gorongosa

The army of "ghosts"

They await, await no identity, without papers proving that not even his name. They have one, but perhaps not yours. They were kidnapped long ago, recruited for war as children, even when they did not have enough memory. They are nothing. There are no. Expect.

byJavier Brandoli

27 November, 2012

The African Macondo: it paralyzes good order

Rafael, one of the guards of the hotel, Sergeant former wartime, rests next to the water tank on the hill there Hotel. He sits, looking ahead, when the head of an enormous boa appears between their legs. A snake that is already part of the landscape of the hill, always lost in the bushes nearby and there recurrently about drinking.

byJavier Brandoli

20 November, 2012

Europe

Hurricane Olga: from hell to heaven

I felt like a child left to die; low temperatures and incessant rain prevented escape from this hell frozen. I totally slaughtered encontraba, convinced that it was unbearable, sorry have embarked and scared that we did not leave alive.

byJavier Brandoli

14 November, 2012

A photo

Every day I have to put forward a picture in this magazine and I guess surprise many of my readers from as far. Every day I walk through a world of markets that smells of dried fish and a strange life which spreads before me.

byJavier Brandoli

13 November, 2012

Near death

In two days I've seen two people shiver of panic. I thought both could die, they also. Her body trembled to impress their apparent fragility ... Nature in Africa is hard, conditions to deal with it too.

byJavier Brandoli

30 Oct., 2012

Europe

Storm of shooting stars on the ocean

Imagine my surprise when, suddenly, potent light reflected on the sea almost blinded me. He came from behind me and when I turned I saw still on the trail of the, might call, fleeting sun. What an awesome! Extraordinary!, exclaimed.

byJavier Brandoli

24 Oct., 2012

The story of Mr. Matsinhe delusional

"What year are?”. Those were the first words I heard Mr Matsinhe. I went to a meeting to meet the man who would take my residency papers in Mozambique and saw a middle-aged man, about 50 years, somewhat plump and very weak voice, all leading hotel labor issues. Then listen: "What year are?"And I thought"!hopefully not the guy who's going to fix my papers!”

byJavier Brandoli

23 Oct., 2012

Zinave

Zinave

Zinave National Park: oblivion

The road to Mabote is red. Clay skating on our 4x4 blind curves of a road that goes into oblivion. Each meter seems the world, my world, spectra rubs and shadows. Nothing.

byJavier Brandoli

16 Oct., 2012

Europe

The routine and the sea

Very shortly begin to dawn. The process takes between twenty and twenty five minutes from start to dawn. Light up a first intense fuchsia highest clouds: cirrus, then means: clusters. Appearing, the solar disc on the horizon you can look directly because the intensity of its light is dimmed by haze.

byJavier Brandoli

10 Oct., 2012

The day you stop seeing the sea…

Everything is sea, as when under the beach and helped the fishermen to pull nets laying morning (something I do not do much for me as I approach stop pulling the net while they encourage me to continue). Groups of women and children for an hour dragging eternal network, weighing as the ocean and brings small fish are eaten by dozens of people who live near them without.

byJavier Brandoli

2 Oct., 2012

The crest of the wave or…of death

They were some of the most painful moments of my life; I seemed to be throwing a pulse to a Nature unceremoniously willing to stop at nothing and capable of wiping out everything in its path found. Then came a relative calm and the boat control became more bearable.

byJavier Brandoli

26 September, 2012

hippo

hippo

The African Macondo: agitators hippo queue

“Ahhhh. And how they get no rain?”, asked with some curiosity before hearing a response that if I had been given a hundred thousand opportunities to give it even had approached me. "Waving queues hippos with their hands, skyward, and prevent rain ", I emphatically explained.

byJavier Brandoli

25 September, 2012

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