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Under the mask

Stories and News No. 1201   Once upon a time there was Cox’s Bazar, a city on the coast of southern Bangladesh, a fishing port, a tourist town and a seaside resort, whose beach is known to be among the most pristine in the world. Under the aegis of the second city of the state, Chittagong – now only administratively, Cox's Bazar was a land of conquest for many, from Tripuri to the Rakhine’s kings, up to foreign invaders, like Portuguese and British. The name is due to the last of such robberies, disguised by the culprits themselves and complicit history in the shape of a harmless commercial enterprise: the market of Captain Hiram Cox, in charge of managing the colonial possession. As you can see, there is much more to discover under the mask and beyond. And we are only at the beginning. In fact, making a leap in time here we are to the city hidden in the stolen one, divided between the Kutupalong and Nayapara camps, both reserved to Rohingya refugees. About a million peo...

Refugee camp: letter to the man of the future

Stories and News No. 891 According to Médecins Sans Frontières at least 1,200 people , including 500 children, have already died of starvation and illness in refugee camp in Bama, northeast Nigeria. There are currently about 24,000 residents , including 15,000 children . Can you think about the educational and humanitarian visits organized by institutions and schools at the Auschwitz concentration camp ? Every year politicians, journalists, intellectuals and celebrities do their walk there, all touched by the heavy memory. I'm talking about the lager , metaphor of a place where the victims of the time consume the last hours of their lives locked in a kind of unmerited hell on earth. Imagine living in the days when the latter was in full swing. Imagine us . At the same time, imagine him or her . The person who in the future will visit the abominable camps of the past . And present ... Dear son, daughter. Or maybe grandson, who knows? Only you, anyway. Only yo...