Postcards in times of Covid (III)
How to name this end of the world, this helplessness of not being able to do anything as humanity collapses.
Maria Ferreira
26 articles
Postcards in times of Covid (II)
We are no longer lambs waiting for the sacrifice. We no longer wait for mercy to save us. Trust only in the meat, dwellers of the earth.
Postcards in times of Covid
In this survival we make trips through words. That's why we write. That's why we read. To try to sublimate all this that happens to us, that sometimes we are not even able to name.
Amira and Michael: Love the trash
I spent a day looking for stories in that section of Cairo. It was very hot and the smell of garbage was too intense. When I saw Michael Amira and I took a picture; Amira both smiled and started talking to me like I belonged to that place.
Mandera, the most dangerous place in the world to give birth
[st] Mandera, almost as large as Belgium desert territory, hogar de miles de personas que luchan por…
Mercenary in Somalia: killing a journalist worth 30 U.S. dollars
The victory of violence in Somalia is reflected in the numerous mercenaries who live to kill journalists on request, Actually I started researching a year ago.
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.
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
Voces de Somalia: ablation
At 14 years they married and had to stop studying. At 16, She gave birth to a girl in a hospital in Nairobi. She wept inconsolably for days. 'I wanted to have a child- repeated tearfully. "My daughter will suffer so much! Sorry, sorry, sorry…", she told her baby.
Breast dry belly Fatuma
For Mama Fatuma was not a happy day: her husband had to divorce her. He married he does 25 years, but she had stopped menstruating few months ago and her husband decided to marry a fertile woman.
Kenya: Bye Bye Obama
Obama was, and traffic returned to the streets invade. Jams turned to despair anyone and US flags began to disappear gradually.
Garissa: what has not been told of the attack
Garissa is also what we have not counted. It's that selling military information for a small fee, without any shame. Or unscrupulous practitioners who photographed the bodies of the dead and sold the photos.
Mom is left to run their children to study
Se había dejado atropellar por tercera vez para que el conductor del matatu tuviera que pagarle una "indemnización" little legal, I thought to pay for college for their children. I had everything perfectly planned.
violations, Christmas carols, feminism and aids
The woman who touched my gift, the booklet Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie "We should all be feminists", said: "Feminists are those who show their breasts, ¿no?". another answered: "And they don't cook".
Transparent ghosts Kibera
I spent a sneak chatting with patients and week writing whenever I have a free moment. I hide in the basement of the hospital, surrounded by old stretchers and wheelchairs, I collect and beliefs about madness, life and death.
Grow old in Kenya
We could be in any city in the world. Everything is friendly, but we started talking, relaxed, and Mina anecdote tells how he was kidnapped last week. goodbye jazz, Goodbye friendly atmosphere, goodbye wonderful spring temperature.
Vengeful sick and the young man who swallowed his ear
I spent a few months of silence, debating between having and not having, trying to find how or why. Several times a day I found myself thinking, "This is outrageous, this I have to tell the tale. "Or" This is beautiful, I have to share this ".
Learning to die in Malawi
South Africa had to resuscitate, they did it, I'm alive. But I have never forgotten the people who were with me that day, I could have lived, perhaps, if I had health insurance that I had.
Laughing at fear in Africa
Before he could realize, my dear friend crossed the precipice by way of the train. The steps agreed with the old wooden boards; one misstep and you fell into the river. And he was high. And I was afraid.
Ishak: “Still spring, the revolution is still alive”
Topara chance made me George Ishak, political founder of Kifaya, movement in 2004 He paved the way for the Revolution. broke, somehow, the culture of fear of getting the right to demonstrate under the Emergency Law and the right to elect president.
Francis: the hero betrayed by his memory
You have 95 years, a white mustache that makes you look like a wise mouse, a smile that lights up the world a thousand times and an early Alzheimer's that sometimes makes him forget that he is a hero, and turns him into a little boy who pees on himself
Heroes of the Coptic Hospital
I would not save anyone because there is no one to save. Started an NGO wanting to be a hero and now just want to be happy, less so happy as people who wanted to help.
The spectacle of poverty: come and see
Poverty has become a commodity, Gentlemen. Perhaps to blame the false belief that misery is true, absolute. But even that: Now the misery is manipulated and makeup, becoming increasingly melodramatic dyes.
Ebrahim Hussein: la poesía como terapia
I picked up the book and began to leaf through. Then the patient looked at me. "¿De qué va?", I asked. "De amor", I said. And I noticed that I looked, expectant. "¿Quieres que te lea algo?", asked. He nodded.
