Chronicles

Texts on travel and international politics around the globe

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The last troglodytes Matmata

Where the gaze is lost in the tyranny of the desert, in the stony plains preceding the Sahara, Berbers recent cling to their caves dug into the earth with the nostalgia of those who know that their traditions will eventually be swept away by the sands of the desert.

Manu Leguineche: la triple D

Rosa Maria Mateo interviewed him on a TV show, and asked for his life adventurous journalist, at what point there was the most exciting experience, Leguineche responded, live on camera: "Cuando te conocí"

Praise of confusion

The bewilderment of a new city that turns you into a stranger, or a landscape you never thought to be a part of, unravel the puzzle of who you are (actually, what you think you are) At the same time, it distorts preconceived ideas and places you in front of a mirror in which it is not certain that what you see reflected will please you..

To me I do like Paris

Paris is not a cold city, face and soulless, etc.. Strolling through the streets and catch Stendhal syndrome as one who grabs a cold comes absolutely free. Part of the charm of this city lies in those cold and miserable bites that gives you February while you relames to looking into the brasseries and then go to eat greasy fried potatoes at any kebab.

Who desecrated the tomb of Finch-Hatton?

Someone came to remove the grave. It was a group of foreign, They began to photograph everything and then the next morning I saw that something had unearthed the day turned to rebury. They were rare, I do not know what they were doing. A year later one of the men turned around and saw him prowling this area.

The realm of the dead

They, the dead, they were the first to arrive. On a street by the Ganges river, in the city of Varanasi, dozens of corpses awaited the arrival of the living. The bodies were covered in colored robes and adorned with flowers. It had not yet dawned. They were not in a hurry.

Paris: rich man, poor man

We stand in Paris with our joints about to go on strike and without a place to spend the night, leaky pockets and a backpack full of sandwiches so you don't have to buy food for five days. We were what is now called quality tourism.

Child trafficking between South Africa and Mozambique

They end up being prostitutes, slave labor or sell their organs for magical rituals for less than 50 euros or several sacks of potatoes. They are trafficked by their own acquaintances and relatives. Some escape and manage to narrate the lived horror. There are associations that fight between threats to free them. Less than 10 percent will go home.

Mozambique: the forgotten dead

Mozambique is rarely discussed. You may also talk about the wrong way when we do. It is not easy to put into reality the international media of a neighboring country two giants information such as South Africa and Zimbabwe. Then he falls in social reports or headlines to justify their media space Cornered. I will try to settle here because my debt as a journalist to chronicle of a country that is experiencing a forgotten conflict, unwitnessed.

Rebun: the Japanese island of smiles

Vast grasslands contrasted with the blue sky and thousands of wildflowers loomed everywhere. Out of nowhere a landscape appeared that looked like a painting: behind the vast fields, you could see the imposing Pacific and the shore of the island at the foot of rock formations of impressive figures.

13 photos 2013

With 2103 Body still present I want to dig in photographs that left me this year is already gone before unfaithful be interested in 2014. meeting trains, mountains, bed sheets, cities suspended over water, beaches without towels, lagoons, hermitages, landscapes that left me speechless ...
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