Striking thing to witness that, whatever I do, how far I can go, she’ll always be waiting for me to come back home. A mother in the fort. Jaisalmer, India, 2014.
I’ve been on the road for a long time.
People often ask me for how long I’ve been traveling, I use to say something like, a month, then 6 months, over a year… Now my answer is: “It’s been 33 years”. The little boy at the gas station. Rajasthan, India, 2014.
The coolest night in the desert.
When I say cool, I mean cold. The most freezing wind blowing all night long, cooling your body to the bones, the camels ran away. Pakistan wasn’t that far. Memories of a long extinguished fire, but the stars, yes the stars.
Far away was the fort still rising.
We left very early the morning to walk our way towards the desert. A herd of cows followed us for a while, then they stopped. We were leaving everything behind. One last glance over my shoulder. And that was it. We were on own. And now nothing could stop us.
Keeping on building things.
Building things with Legos. Building things with 3D softwares. Building relationships, and destroying them too. Building things in my mind all the time. I hope one day I’ll be building a temple for my mind to be at rest. Well, actually, isn’t that my body?
The time goes by.
And there will always be a train I’ll be missing. Life is like that, you need to make choices, and when they’re made you can’t go back. But who make the choices anyway? That’s the real question. In India, I learned how to miss trains and stop to care about it.
On taking pictures of kids.
One assistant teacher at the International Center of Photography told me one day: “Don’t take too many pictures of children in the street, they aren’t real subjects!” I still love to do it, and to remember the time I spend observing them while watching the pictures afterwards (this one was fighting with his sister over …
Holy cows!
I’m anxious to leave a world where cows are in the city malls shopping along (bazaar in India). Gandhi loved them too: “Our mother, when she dies, means expenses of burial or cremation. Mother cow is as useful dead as when she is alive. We can make use of every part of her body — …
Please do not give tips.
He looked at me, I looked at him, he looked at the lamp (I was meant to place my hand on top of it for a prayer), I looked at the lamp, I looked at him, he looked at me, he looked at the bill (giving a donation afterward…), I looked at the bill, he …
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