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Samar Baltaji Maher Attar photo story

Stories and News No. 1086 It was 1985 . In Beirut, between war and war. On a civil and uncivilized, tolerated and intolerable, far and more than ever closer one. Because that’s what men against men brings. It confuses the opposites, in the violent mixture of hatred and blood. On the background, you can see Samar , inside the veracity of black and white, contrasts of the past and, despite the illusion of colour, also today. With the woman, there was a girl child. With her, a glance full of dignity and pride, despite the wounds. With both, the still warm shadows of the massacre. Despite the left leg prematurely erased by the worst editor in the world, that is, the dull war, yet, still it, always it. On the other side of the lens, there was Maher . A thief of images, but a good one. An atypical version of Robin Hood , which steals memory where all want to disintegrate it, and then he gives it to posterity. So that they see the day after what has passed in vain under t...

I'm lost

Stories and News No. 1039 A mysterious skull dating back to 6,000 years ago , found in Papua New Guinea in 1929, was thought to belong to an extinct human species. Thanks to the latest research, scientists believe that it’s property of the oldest victim of a Tsunami, at least whose remains have been found so far. I'm lost. That's what I remember. This is the only thing I know. For sure. I don’t recall why I was there, the moment the sea kidnapped me. Kidnapped ... What contradictory and paradoxical use of the words we do, then, as today. We live and ruin, with more or less impunity, a planet that is mostly covered with water. Well, we not only used to call it earth , but where the oceans properly reach our borders to demand what is right to them, and to get back the world which we first robbed them of, we consider them invaders of our peace. Disturbers of a quiet existence. Enemies of human civilization. Yet, we should have waited for, since the ceaseless danc...

The best of us

Stories and News No. 1032 On October 15, elections will take place in Austria and the country seems to be heading to the Right, with the political agenda focused mainly on immigration and Islam , because of the persuasion’s pressing, monotonous and surgical action by xenophobic coalitions . Nothing new, of course, since for decades this is the common narrative of electoral campaigns almost all over the world . Once upon a time there was a table . A table nowadays entirely covered by disconnected from reality sentences and delusional, semantic eyesores, allegedly proved by the abused popular opinion . Lots of invented and manipulated tales treated like real news , fused with astute ignorance in a confused, imaginary wall , where everyone can write everything, provided you might scream it. Now, give me a favor, do it for me. Get up from your chair, find an excuse for your jailer, the little, big brother who knows how to falsify his height. Use any pretense to anything, pret...

Mexican woman dies at 117 without certificate: those who wait

Stories and News No. 895 Trinidad Alvarez Lira died last Wednesday at age 117 , after waiting for years to get proof of being born in 1898 , so that she could receive government benefits. However the fateful birth certificate was delivered just hours after her death... Photo : Sinembargo.mx You know what? It happens, indeed. It happens a lot more than what you think. Those who are waiting get tired and go beyond. You arrive pretending breathless or asking pardon for the delay with false mortification, but the scene is always the same. An empty room, an empty sidewalk, an empty space in a vacuum. Too bad for her , I'm sorry for him , that is what you tell yourself. And you're wrong, dear friend by a very personal concept of time. Bad and sorry are all for you. You know what? You have no idea how many of your kind we met along the journey. Incorrigible fellow of the latter, sick of a very pernicious slowness in recognizing the obvious. One hundred and s...