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In Sweden there is a soap bubble, Herrang Dance Camp

I understood, in a great epiphanic swerve, that life is about that, to be alive at every moment, the, like children and snails, go slowly without running anywhere following the tempo set by the music, without anticipating or waiting, without being unmarked or highlighted, get into the flow, simply, and then fly away.
byLaura Berdejo
1 September, 2014

Siwa: Alexander's loneliness

The Oracle room is just a small room with no ceiling no more than 40 square meters. Thinking it's more than possible that this small room became pharaohs, Roman emperors, some of the greatest generals of history and the very Alejandro is, simply, incredible, and the feeling of living in your skin the weight of all those people over the centuries can almost feel.
byJuan Ramon Morales
30 August, 2014

Namibia: six still two nights dust clouds

In Namibia the distances are dust. They are calculated eye, or that they have at least they do the birds when they cross the long wooden troughs and salt with the fear of being wrong and reach a place. No time in Namibia, it's not possible, do not allow the dead days that have always come. And how do then? "There is no way, nothing is done so that nothing happens. So everything happens ", we answered eyes.
byJavier Brandoli
24 August, 2014

Sierra Leona: the story of a tiny half-smile

Abu is thirteen, the shy smile and eyes that are constantly searching the ground. In Abu dare to look into the world al, probably because you've seen too. Born to a poor family in a small village near Makeni, in Sierra Leone, his life turned one hundred and eighty degrees the day we fell into the river from a bridge which was fishing. And falling, misfortune would have it, the urethra is pierced with a branch.
byOlga Moya
16 August, 2014

Sahara air from the balcony

This is the first time that this area day flyby. Accra from above is a collection of corrugated iron roofs disordered, mixed with modern buildings, many by finishing, Chaotic traffic to 0844 am and enormous trees struggling to survive amid much planning.
byNacho Melero
14 August, 2014

Extreme zen state in the middle of winter Tokyo

What is tokyo? Lots of noises, horns, cries, mermaids, malls... a chaos ... For not. Turns out not. Tokyo is more like the bottom of the sea, where a lot of fish go in the same direction without brushing, than to the cinematographic stereotype of a megalopolis of the year two thousand.
byLaura Berdejo
8 August, 2014

Istanbul in three bites

But if you eat it, seriously eating, I recommend that you forget these streets somewhat plasticized and its restaurants where, oh surprise, not find any Turkish, but only tourists. Places where menus are expensive, predictable and, too often, cooked without the main ingredient, love.
byAlex Zurdo
6 August, 2014

Yangon: welcome Mr. Oil

The commercial capital of Myanmar lies limp along the Andaman Sea, Facing the Indian Ocean. Yangon is a city struggling to forget a sad and tragic past and now trying to open up to the world with dropper. But the fate of Myanmar is about to take a big twist. In the surrounding waters are oil, much oil.
byMayte Touch
4 August, 2014

Poetry Mozambique

He is declaiming voice actor in Mozambique. And the country spoke of them in poetry. Rained down words and dreams, complaints and longings, while cinched night. And he spoke of the reach of the day, undeath miracle on earth. And love, only poetry originally invented to cure the ills of having broken the soul and will remain so as long as life is not ordered and bored
byJavier Brandoli
28 July, 2014

Mandela game

And now, that the past 18 July Mandela had fulfilled 96 years, do the game for a second imagine that would be the world and its endless wars if we substituted the leading Netanyahu, Putin, Arafat, Bush, Milosevic…. by Mandela. Is it easy answer truth?
byJavier Brandoli
21 July, 2014

Madrid: the city without the others

that's my city, Madrid, the city in which the others do not exist. The city that never waits for me. Needless, is always open. I never understood my city better than now that I'm gone. I never felt that so much of his blood ran in my veins. I get it now that I know I like you because the last thing you want is to be perfect.. You are not. You are old, new, bitch, fun, beautiful and ugly.
byJavier Brandoli
14 July, 2014

Route around Venice

What if something was hiding near its canal and its lagoon? Not, it wouldn't be comparable, but perhaps the traveler misses what is hidden beyond the wetlands. Then another Italy begins, the north, with fewer tourists and full of charm. If you have time, take this route that we recommend here
byJavier Brandoli
7 July, 2014
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