Hi everyone. Yesterday’s earthquake in Mexico has had very strong consequences: dozens of collapsed buildings, people trapped underneath, a school nearby with many children, bridges, a supermarket. There are thousands of voluntaries, people helping in any way they can. But more is needed. If you can, please donate. Something. Anything. Whatever you can, it will…
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“Previously” on the White Mountain: A team of newbie mountaineers, with the exception of one, from all over Europe, decides to climb Mont-Blanc, the highest mountain in Europe. After proper training in Chamonix, they set off for the first part of the journey: the Corridor of Death. Two crew members nearly…
Originally posted on Equinoxio:
At the end of June, a team from Research International set out to conquer Europe´s highest mountain – Mont Blanc. As it transpired, the RI mountain squad was returned back by a blizzard just short of the summit. The assault on Mont Blanc was co-ordinated by Brieuc Martin-Onraët (editor of this…
My good friend and talented artist Tiffany Choong (scroll down for her site link) once drew my attention to fire hydrants. Does anybody actually see those faithful public servants? No. Only dogs find them useful to… Well. You know. Ever since Tiffany published the above drawing of a hydrant in Singapore, my life has taken…
I was born at 3:44 AM on Mohammad Ali Jinnah Street, at the Seventh Day Adventist Hopsital in Karachi, Province of Sindh. Why the Seventh Day Adventist? Not a clue. Most likely our dear Doctor friend Max Meyer had selected the place as being the best for my arrival. Mohammad Ali Jinnah was the founder…
Auto-Tamponeuses. Auto-bumpers. Paris, 1964 “So you can’t turn back the clock, Scotty?” Saint-Sulpice. 2016. Tourists still roam the church, with Dan Brown in hand. “No Sir. I wish I could. I actually tried, but there is just no way.” Saint-Sulpice. 1964. At second glance, there was a guy with a ladder running around everywhere in…
Joy and sorrow. Birth and death. “The common lot of mankind”. Old Will would have said. Only a few months ago I wrote the story of a ceremony I’d witnessed as a child in Africa: the presentation to Society of the Colonel’s son. In the immediate years after Independence, the Colonel (whom I named Boubakar) and…
