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Corresponsal en México

Corresponsal en México: Javier Brandoli.

44 articles

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?
byJavier Brandoli
17 January, 2019

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.
byJavier Brandoli
18 Oct., 2018

Campeche: Mexico's best kept secret

Let's start with the basic message: if there is an amazing Mexican state I recommend visiting is Campeche. In travel journalism happens sometimes lead epithets and conclusions are delayed. In this text everything is already said. If you don't want to read more, it may even be recommended to do so for those who have food in the oven or half have a good book, just buy a plane ticket and visit Campeche. Sure they will thank me.
byJavier Brandoli
23 November, 2017

Dominica: el manantial de los kalinago

Dominica fue toda esa naturaleza desbocada en una montaña hecha isla. Los españoles la ignoraron en sus primeros viajes por su orografía complicada. Los franceses e ingleses, que la colonizaron, la apreciaron por sus manantiales. El bíblico edén debe ser algo muy parecido a aquellas laderas verdes, con cascadas violentas, entre las que crecen flores extrañas de colores inciertos. El mundo puede ser distinto, Dominica lo es.
byJavier Brandoli
7 November, 2017

Scavenger Journalists and the Sweetened World

Imagine a similar photo in Las Ramblas in Barcelona. A child carrying another child in her arms, dead, while her sister cries by her side. do we publish it? And now let's think about other photos. ¿Aylan? A dead child on a beach. A baby, rather. lasts too. Were there refugees drowning in the Mediterranean before him??
byJavier Brandoli
21 August, 2017

Old and bearded: a week on the island of M

M. I forgot your name, so I'll call her M. This time it wasn't my fault, M spoke little, just enough, It would not have been easy to remember her even if we had spent six years together. M was a middle-aged woman, arisca, who economized his words and gestures. Now that i remember, I'm not sure M told me his name. Sharpening the memory a little more, I'm not sure M said anything.
byJavier Brandoli
14 August, 2017

The cognac of Miami

Saying openly that you don't like the US can be cool. Puts you in this egocentric traveling world of social media, where it is presumed to be mud, in the platoon of interesting travelers. Few would think of criticizing a trip to an African town, a village in Nepal or one of those Central American villages where roundabouts are the best tourist attraction. It does, Even if you barely left the hotel you slept in and lock the door when the sun went down (much better if you slept in a tent) everything was fascinating.
byJavier Brandoli
4 July, 2017

The cemetery of skulls and the chocolate of the dead

The dying person was cared for by their relatives at home. Cuando fallecía eran los más cercanos los que en el velatorio realizaban el P'O'Keban. They very carefully cleaned the body without touching the sexual areas with a damp cloth.. With that water, according to the economic means of the family, a chocolate was made, the wealthiest, and those with less resources a well
byJavier Brandoli
20 April, 2017

The rare route from San Diego to Palm Springs

The first one I guess is Thor or an Icelandic firefighter, the second is another comic character called Green Lantern despite the fact that he seemed more like Peter Pan millennial version. They left quietly talking down the street. “Vaya, San Diego is going to be weird ”, thought. This is how our route through California and other parts of the United States began.
byJavier Brandoli
19 September, 2016

El Salvador: San Blas beach and Coatepeque volcano

In the middle of a conflict, still surrounded by violence or criminal groups, what is imposed is the routine of life. Because almost always, except when nameless bombs fall, there are people who live there with a certain normality, children going to school, businesses that open to sell something to eat, stalls where you cook, couples who fall in love and fall out of love and friends chatting around a table.
byJavier Brandoli
18 July, 2016

The suicides of the rarámuri

The wave of suicides of this native town, forgotten like so many in this Mexico in a hurry to get to the present, had a first voice of alarm early in 2012. Then, The Organized Front of Indigenous Peasants denounced that "indigenous women, when they haven't been able to feed their children for four or five days, become sad."; and his sadness is so great that even 10 from December to 2011 fifty men and women, thinking that they don't have to give their children, they threw themselves into the ravine ".
byJavier Brandoli
9 June, 2016

Postcards from Havana

a little further north, where the winds come dry, the people danced in front of a calm and broken sea. His meats were precise and his rhythms, proud of rules, invested without prayers or sex. He smelled of female and shampoo. There we saw an indecent sunset, with a silent and sad family, in which the sun dissolved over six waves.
byJavier Brandoli
22 May, 2016

A Yankee ship in Havana

The afternoon before his arrival there were families looking at the horizon. Do you know if the Yankee ship arrives today?, I asked two couples that I noticed that they did nothing for a few minutes other than watch the coming and going of the waves. "We are waiting for that, let it arrive", they replied with a half smile. And I looked at his side, for a few minutes, that Havana sea from which Cuban joy hangs in some sadness, on the go and in sinking bodies trying to find some freedom.
byJavier Brandoli
9 May, 2016

Guachochi: foreshortened beauty

In Guachochi the terrain is high plateau. We went out to see a community of Tarahumara Indians and the pine forests followed one another with the threat of some water path that could divide the cruel from the human. In the community we find a hard life, poor and full of cultural nuances of the raramuri, one of those peoples that understands the world from the other side of the mirror.
byJavier Brandoli
25 April, 2016
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