The city of Gods

“This is the city of Gods. I am Shiva.” “I am Vishnu. We stay in the City of Gods. The trees guard us.” “I am Brahma. We are the Four Gods facing east, north, west, and south in the City of Gods.” “I was born last. I am Gautama. We sit forever on top of…

The fisherman

My name is Shah. I am a Sindhi. My people have lived on these shores for centuries, thousands of years maybe. Caravans have come from Baluchistan to the Sindh, to Punjab, to Rajasthan, to Gujarat and back since the beginning of Time. Me? I’m just a fisherman. My father taught me my trade when I…

Time patrol: all roads lead to Rome

Florence, 1997. “Of the impossibility of photographing the Duomo”. One of the prettiest cathedrals in the world. (Milan’s not bad either.) The Duomo in Florence is a delicate work of white and black marble. A masterpiece really. But houses are so close to it you never really can get a comprehensive view. (Analog photo. One…

The Cat who walks by herself

‘I am the Cat who walks by herself, ‘And all places are alike to me. ‘When I have done that, and between times, ‘When the moon gets up and night comes… ‘I go out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or the Wet Wild Streets, walking by my wild lone.…

Spit, spat, said the snake*

“O-bla-di-o-bla-da. Life goes on, yeah…” “O-bla-di… Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right. Is it English?” “That’s what I can hear”, I said. “Wait, the lyrics are in the album. Pair of dummies that we are.” “Yeah”, Erik said. “But remember, we agreed the lyrics can only be used as a last resort.” “Right. Let…

A morning walk, Mexico

“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way. The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing. Blue…

Time patrol: On the Amazon

On the Amazon, Belém do Pará, Brazil, 1974. Exploring the Amazon was a childhood dream. Read too many books by explorers. The first time I got to the Amazon was in Belén do Parà, at the end of my second Brazil “road trip”, in 1974. Belén means Bethleem in Portuguese. A fascinating choice of name.…

Under the stained glass

By Andrés Rozada Coming up next, a video with shocking images of yesterday’s devastating earthquake in Mexico city. This video shows the enormous destruction caused by the earthquake, which registered 8.5 on the Richter scale. These images were found in the rubble of one of the major buildings torn down yesterday in Mexico city. The…

Back to the Sacred mountain

“My chest is a morning glory, “My song a porous rock, “My soul, a dandelion “The wind tears and blows away.” The Chinelos danced to the Sacred Mountain. The Dragonfly called the Deer She prayed to the Corn God. The Owl opened the door. The Corn was born. The flute player called the budgerigar My…