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Texts on travel and international politics around the globe

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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

Sarajevo route

Sarajevo is even more attractive at night: the bars are full and everywhere you smell the sweet perfume of the hookah and drink the Bosanka Kafa (bosnian coffee) in the fidzani, the cups of turkish origin. Coffee is the national drink in Bosnia: in 1571, one hundred years before London or Paris, Sarajevo was one of the first cities in Europe with premises for the purchase and consumption of coffee.
byContributors
29 June, 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

The carrerita Medellin

Virgin is directed towards the image of Jesus in a hurry, with the exultation of one who is reunited with her son three days after his death. Es la popular "Carrerita" Medellin, a tradition that will be repeated next Sunday in the village that gave birth to Hernán Cortés.
byRicardo Coarasa
21 March, 2016

Tierra de Brujas, Mary Ferreira

There are times Earth Bruges in reaching smell everything and you have to separate some pages, breathe and do an exercise of memory is to remind humans. I read a few books on Africa and, course, I have never faced such a work. Perhaps because none of the authors I have read I could tell in the first person what tells Maria. She did not run away from Makuyu, as we would almost all, She stood there hating and loving the land
byJavier Brandoli
14 March, 2016

Monarch butterflies

In a creek, surrounded by pine forests and milkweed, descending a path of dirt and rock. First are shadows, invisible flaps, motion without sound. Then they appear in a group, some, stirring the air. Finally, Where the heat and food abound they appear by the thousands, by tens of thousands to millions. Monarch butterflies, in Sierra Chincua, Michoacán, Mexico. Nature without fences or borders. From Canada to Mexico, alien to the rules of man.
byJavier Brandoli
2 March, 2016

Montevideo. The blues of the bus

The first time I got on a bus in Montevideo, my heart went back twenty years, thirty, forty, sonaba “In the army now”, it sounded with all its load of surrender, defections, impeccably harmonized litanies and chords.
byLaura Berdejo
25 February, 2016

The old book "cemeteries" of Mexico City

When the teenage uncle Nicolas, almost 90 years, started buying used books by Tepito, one of the most marginal neighborhoods in Mexico City, and his mother asked him one morning what he planned to do with so much paper accumulated between the narrow walls of his house, did not imagine that almost 100 años después su familia acumularía millones de obras de segunda mano en "cementerios" alive where manuscripts wait for decades, spilled on the floor or accumulated on huge shelves, someone give them life
byJavier Brandoli
11 February, 2016
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