Stories and News

Stories and News No. 1318 Here Africa, where it all began. And, now, also the end. Precisely we are at the clothing market of Kantamanto , in Accra, Ghana. You know, right? Those narrow, crowded streets between all the same stalls covered with piles of clothes. Pants, T-shirts and jackets of any fabric. But above all style and color, according to the fashions and tastes of the moment. A sort of rainbow that like a snake winds its way across our planet from one point to another of the latter, instead of across the sky. Maybe that's why in the end there is no treasure to be found. It is the same old scaffolding which the story of humanity that we have chosen to interpret rests on, whose moral, for those who live on the opposite extreme, is bitter to say the least. Meanwhile, life proceeds indifferently going up the unfair current in reverse. Anyone of us, on the side where dressing is a way of expressing the personality or mood of the moment - instead of just a mere protection fro...

Stories and News No. 1222 Once upon a time there was a problem. A huge one to say the least. It is still there, to be honest, and has been around for a long time. Some claim it dates back more than two hundred thousand years. Others even double. So, think about it. Imagine how it has grown and spread everywhere with the passage of time, making its solution inexorably more difficult. Consider Congo, for example. Point the lens of the most reasonable part of your brain on the precious rain forest within the aforementioned African state and widen the frame, while doing the same with your curiosity. Because the topic is urgent at every latitude, no one should feel too far away. Well, do you see the village of Seh? And most importantly, can you see those people? Yes, it is just as you think. They are indigenous, despite the fact that entire generations, ignorant and superficial, have associated this term with misleading and even profitable meanings. I mean savages, uncivilized or worse....

Stories and News No. 760 Last night in Accra, Ghana, a terrible explosion and an equally terrible fire in a service station caused a massacre of people who tried to escape the terrible torrential rains that flooded the streets. At least 200 dead... Once upon a time there were the natural resources. Yes, those. No, no, I am not speaking of the normal stuff. The virgin water, I know. Life pregnant ground and clear air, I see. But I said other stuff. The special one. The one we live for. The one we die for. We are here. Do not bother, we come. Because only the rest of us may come to you. To bring gifts. That is The White Side Santa Claus Theorem , a necessary condition, never enough. From above, coming down with the bag, means party and colors, smiles and quiet days for everybody . On the contrary, even climbing with the bag over your shoulder and a thick beard on your face, we will not buy anything from you, because you have nothing to give us . Riches, sure. I und...