The Spanish singer-songwriter and poet, Palestinian son, speaks clearly of the Israeli conflict, the bombs of paris, the Iraq War, Islamic radicalism and abuse, in your opinion, from west to east. And also of his poetry, love on both sides and the meaning of his works.
First are the mountains. Dark, wolfish ripples, sprinkled with a trail of snow in the middle of April. There is still something evil in those sentinels who eagerly watch the bottom of the valley. Patient and attentive as if waiting for something and, for a moment you can almost understand...
Upon arrival we see again those three Syrian families who have been there for two days. They sit around a table with their children playing between the tables. They, All the men, They limit themselves to watching the news at all hours of a channel that does not stop talking about Syria and showing images of the war. They do it in silence, circling the screen, with due attention to listen to how others narrate their lives.
The morning 28 September 1999 Chechen forces abandoned the Dagestan region surrendered to Russian military might. That same morning, we were traveling in a Ford Mondeo full of sponsor stickers on the roads that approached the border between Chechnya and Dagestan.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
The whole herd creates a perfect circle to protect their young. As if obeying a military order adopting a perfect figure of defense. It is one of the most beautiful moments I have lived in African safaris. Everything has a wild harmony.
(...) Going from Split, the territory is mostly Bosnian Croat. At the pump allowed the Kuna, Croatian currency, and sell alcohol and pornography. Bosnia does not have its own currency, works with euro. There are many churches. May not devotion but political. Like the minarets, crosses are flags ...