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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

Mister Tourist en el país de los persas. Crónicas de Irán (II)

Las rinoplastias están causando furor en el país desde hace un par de años, en especial entre la clase media alta. Por apenas mil euros, eliges una nariz a la carta que en el caso de la mayoría de chicas suele ser la misma, larga y rectísima para realzar las facciones. “En Irán las chicas no podemos mostrar mucho de nosotras, así que lo que puede verse, queremos que esté perfecto”, confiesa Neda.
byEnrique Dominguez Vaquerizo
13 September, 2016

Mister Tourist en el país de los persas. Crónicas de Irán (In)

Disparan unos contra otros, mothers, uncles, sobrinos… incluso a sus propios hijos. Disparan abuelitos con bastón, y mujeres ataviadas con hiyab, negrísimas como cuervos. Desenfundan sus móviles y pasean entusiasmados con sus palos selfies al hombro. If you're not careful the Iranians shoot at you, while they hug you smiling and ask you to look at the little bird. The selfie revolution has come to the country to stay and among the ruins of Persepolis a shooting blaze rages.
byEnrique Dominguez Vaquerizo
25 August, 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, el Frente Organizado de Campesinos Indígenas denunció que "las mujeres indígenas cuando llevan cuatro o cinco días sin poder darle de comer a sus hijos se ponen tristes; 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

Munich: rogue soul wanted

Munich has a Cartesian order that makes it very comfortable for the visitor. It is brotherly, open, delicious for a walk and offers a lot of good beer, but one imagines living here and almost who would end up missing that rogue and nightlife profile without which a city always ends up consuming you in its perfection.
byRicardo Coarasa
27 May, 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. "Eso estamos esperando, que llegue", 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

Un malquerer en Kikuyu

He lived in haste and with open eyes, traveled the roads without fear; the red dust stained my clothes and I adorned lashes. Gobbled new words, engulfing the pain of others, gobbled gobbled injustice and hunger. View spectacular sunrises and sunsets disappointing it became routine, I learned a lot about illegal drugs, prostitution and murder. I thought that life was. I thought that was enough.
byJavier Brandoli
27 April, 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

Paraguay: the crucified of the happiest country in the world

So more than twenty workers with their families took wood and nails and instead of going up to Golgotha ??they settled in a room next to the Ministry of Labor with their wrists pierced and ready to maintain the protest until they were readmitted. Since then the area lives in a constant pilgrimage state; media, police, medical, priests and citizens who stop by just in case a miracle happens.
byEnrique Dominguez Vaquerizo
5 April, 2016
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