in the lurch
Aug21

in the lurch

When I was a very young reporter, barely seventeen, my boss sent me to cover e taxi drivers strike, with a seasoned photographer. I arrived to the place where the taxi drivers had cut the traffic causing a big jam. There were two opposing drivers associations. When I arrived I approached one of the drivers to ask him what was happening. He was a big man. When he began to answer me another big man from the opposite organisation came...

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So long, Mom

Nothing has changed at home: The same furniture in the same place, the same books in the shelves, even the last flowers we bought for her, still fresh in a vase on the table. But suddenly everything is kind of strange. She isn’t there any more. She’s gone for ever. Her smiling look, is not there any more greeting me from her wheelchair, now abandoned. With her has gone all the room’s life, all the home’s life....

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In memoriam
Aug16

In memoriam

    My mom passed away last Sunday night. She was 97. She had a lucid mind till the end, but his body was battered by a brain stroke five years ago and since then she couldn’t move the left side of her body. Since then my life was devoted to take care of her. She was a brave woman. She had lived many difficult situations in her life. Persecuted under the communist regime in Yugoslavia after the WWII because of her...

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The little wooden Carousel
Aug08

The little wooden Carousel

Every year, in autumn, there is a medieval fair in my quarter: the old city of Pamplona . In my square, they arrange attractions for kids, among others a wooden carousel, which works with a system of dented wheels, rollers and levers, handled by a man instead of a motor powered machinery. The horses and carts are simple-crafted, and the seats have sheep’s wool to become more comfortable. The carousel is pretty slow but the kids...

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Shimmering Along the Way
Aug06

Shimmering Along the Way

I’ve been some days ago to visit the path of the first stage of the Way of St. James in Spain coming from France. It was a rainy and cold day. We arrived to Roncesvalles, very close to the place where the battle in which Roland, the protegée of Charlemagne was killed and his troops defeated by the local tribes in 778 when the powerful French army was trying to advance into the valley. This battle was the origin of the famous...

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The vulture
Aug04

The vulture

I was having a good time resting in a country house near Pamplona, Spain in the Valley of Ultzama when the “little bird” of the picture landed on our garden, and decided to stay there. A vulture in the garden! A big one! and aggressive. He charged against us when we approached him. Anyway, I took my camera, because you don’t see those animals so close so frequently. We call the Animal Protection service and they told...

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