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javier Brandoli

Javier Brandoli vive en Africa y vive África. Es uno de los fundadores de Viajes al Pasado un periodista universal, un buscador de historias.

86 articles

Another umbilical cord around the globe

How can you not have fun in a country that Disney invented a children's film that deals with death? How not want to decipher a country with unpronounceable volcanoes are lovers? How not a surprise that pays street musicians to brighten their spicy foods because they like people mourn and laugh at the same time? How can we not admire a place that when you see her insides shaking more hands than rubble?
byJavier Brandoli
17 January, 2019

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, The Organized Front of Indigenous Peasants denounced that "indigenous women, when they haven't been able to feed their children for four or five days, become sad."; 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

The story of Las Vegas (In)

An oriental American fifties was my opponent. Beside me, a fat guy with a cap and two hands with ten fingers six hundred grams each would witness. I changed 100 U.S. dollars. She began to letters. Everything went very fast. The fat guy on my side asked for a beer. I ordered two napkins and water to wipe one coffee stain. He looked at me wistfully, like my coffee disturb his beer. I did. I was ashamed.
byJavier Brandoli
2 Oct., 2015

Dante: the book which lasted thirteen years

Dante was not a birth, were one hundred. My first novel thirteen years hard in and out in a drawer or opening and closing of a computer that many times was nothing more than an old forgotten file. Dante times are explained in the illustrative example that the first draft is crafted, with pen and cuartillas, then I still had confidence in understanding what was able to draw with fingers.
byJavier Brandoli
25 March, 2015

Corresponsal en México

Go here for this measure contract, not to jump to conclusions, trying to count the important things first and the least important things too, after. Of not telling me and yes telling others. Go this desire as a whole to hold on to when the egos and doubts come ...
byJavier Brandoli
21 January, 2015

Ethiopia, ten images

North shows its history with the high forehead, knowing that their kings were great and that his story is beautiful. The south is primtivo, their ancestral tribes are, frozen in time. The people of Ethiopia, the three times I was there, I found girls, rogue, generous, educated and too much weight in their eyes. There was a certain sadness, a field alive and quiet and a free cities.
byJavier Brandoli
3 January, 2015

Kenya, ten images

A coastline of white sand and blue sea, a decrepit train and wonderful sailing time, some parks where the senses never rest, a cosmopolitan capital, sulfur lake water, some tribes of the Pleistocene, some crop fields where everything grows, a painful urban poverty and cheerful people and capable. Kenya could be the country that best sums Africa.
byJavier Brandoli
23 December, 2014

Tanzania, ten images

It is the cathedral of African wildlife. Its parks are majestic, probably in absolute terms, em landscapes and animals, the best in the c0ntinente. His reputation is deserved, It is charged in howls of hyenas and mud footsteps of eternal herds of ungulates. The Great Migration is the natural spectacle more imposing than ever beheld.
byJavier Brandoli
17 December, 2014

Zambia, ten images

In the parks of Zambia is heard and contemplated the lions in their hunting and nap routines. Animals seem to own everything, of a nature that borders on perfeccción. Kenya and Tanzania are perhaps most spectacular and filled with wildlife parks, but Zambia did my favorite safaris, especially in the fabulous Lower Zambezi and South Luangwa.
byJavier Brandoli
10 December, 2014

Zimbabwe, ten images

Zimbabwe is dust and stone. A country almost dead, a ghost that survives by inertia, for wild. His field is cruel, nice, messy. Zimbabwe is the Africa of yesterday. Its people are cultured and friendly but in their faces you can sense the disenchantment of everything that they are not allowed to be.. Zimbabwe kills itself in its past without knowing if it will be born again.
byJavier Brandoli
3 December, 2014

A walk in the garden

I decided to do. I left the comfort of the comfort zone and decided to try. I made a list of what you left behind: a job, a house, a family and wonderful friends, a television that understood, a shadow and a pout. Then, When evening reviewing, I added a car, my comforter, thousand tavernas and a cd. What do you expect me? I made another list after long sleepless nights filled with a "do not know".
byJavier Brandoli
6 Oct., 2014

Ruta VAP (IV): the island desolate and quiet

Mass is an evangelist. Several groups have come from nearby places. They make presentations and each group sings a song. We also. The best thing is the group that has come from Nampula, They are many and sing several songs with choreography. It is a vision that we still lacked in Mozambique.
byContributors
2 Oct., 2014

Slowly

And in between everything and step, never on that route is the third time that had passed so many things in my environment. It was as if everything had answer because nothing was asked. And the sun stood with us and, thing to do everything so slow, we was always waiting.
byJavier Brandoli
9 September, 2014

Namibia: six still two nights dust clouds

In Namibia the distances are dust. They are calculated eye, or that they have at least they do the birds when they cross the long wooden troughs and salt with the fear of being wrong and reach a place. No time in Namibia, it's not possible, do not allow the dead days that have always come. And how do then? "There is no way, nothing is done so that nothing happens. So everything happens ", we answered eyes.
byJavier Brandoli
24 August, 2014

Madrid: the city without the others

that's my city, Madrid, the city in which the others do not exist. The city that never waits for me. Needless, is always open. I never understood my city better than now that I'm gone. I never felt that so much of his blood ran in my veins. I get it now that I know I like you because the last thing you want is to be perfect.. You are not. You are old, new, bitch, fun, beautiful and ugly.
byJavier Brandoli
14 July, 2014
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