A journey through Africa

A journey through Africa: Javier Brandoli.

216 articles

Villas do Indian: the prettiest tent sea

The site is cute, very pretty, carefully detailed rooms, excellent food restaurant and a pool and sea clear and warm water. But what I like is that I realized that the only rule that was imposed on me own and it was written: "Bother you in", said in a sign that no one painted.

byJavier Brandoli

1 May, 2013

madness and humor

In a psychiatric hospital while bombs were falling sick went outside to hold the fireworks; in a market a group of soldiers who never flees terrified a city flat hearing gunshots they believe are ambushed.

byJavier Brandoli

23 April, 2013

Dialogues with Maputo

The early morning assault on the imagination Maputo. The wind stands still at the gates of his gray ash beach while lonely dogs prepare to go to sleep unmanned what they come over. Then the city, during the few minutes that the light is denouncing everything for the first time, boiling between the roar of thousands of people who do not know where to go.

byJavier Brandoli

16 April, 2013

Girls soldier: his tale of horror

[st] They had 11, 14 and 15 years. Three girls, three soldiers. Three stories silent, buried for 20 years…

byJavier Brandoli

9 April, 2013

The story of the soldier raped the girls was missing a photo

I had nothing interesting story of how they were abducted, raped and turned into soldiers with only 11 years. Their lives make you blanch. As we have, what have ... But people do not read and this is a story of words, theirs, which still lacks a striking photo.

byJavier Brandoli

2 April, 2013

In the tomb of Mido Macia

Gone are those two older women, dressed in tight black and piercing eyes that now with the sun's reflection seem deeply moist. Their eyes are deep, strange. Nothing, no people, no forgetting and silence. Mido's death is because only that, oblivion. No more time for him in life.

byJavier Brandoli

26 March, 2013

The delirious history of Italian tenor and opera in Africa

Le flanking three types, three suazilandeses, three major opera promoters had no room to sleep, had no major concert program, pianist had not, and musicians, or at least 24 appointment times had sold a single entry. They looked at him and he them as if all this were to fall from the sky in this luxurious hotel hall.

byJavier Brandoli

19 March, 2013

Today has not killed anyone in South Africa

My work as a correspondent condemns these countries to have killed and scams. I can not, not published, send a notice to be called "a week ago in South Africa do not violate anyone". Nor imagine three columns or cover of the news website explains that "Mozambique's Ministry of Labour is not corrupt", accompanied by a detailed report which reveals that deviated dollar budget for "youth training".

byJavier Brandoli

5 March, 2013

Zambia: the crazed attempt to conquer Mars

They were euphoric times of Independence, 1964, where all dreamed Africa, with a freedom that would take up the same space. Article, signed by scientist Edward Makuka Nkoloso, specifies the details of an operation that would lead to the red planet to a spaceman, two cats and a missionary in a maximum period of seven years. All that crazy story has now captured in a book and a photo exhibition, internationally awarded and that is going around the world, Spanish photojournalist Cristina de Middel

byJavier Brandoli

19 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

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

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

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

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

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