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Visiting
the hidden face of the blue planet
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Travel
reports and photos by Pablo Sigismondi
PRESENTATION
written by Pablo Sigismondi
"There
are other worlds, silent, remote, lonely, distant, where life
shows itself with all its intensity. Let's go to them"
Khalil Gibran "Love letters from the Prophet"
When
traveling around the globe, watching it at ground level, one
can feel, from the smallness of human race, that we became a
kid again. To travel trough a continuous series of shades, that
come from the extreme geographical diversity of our world, means
entering a wonderful kaleidoscope of people and sceneries as
diverse as magnificent.
But,
despise this surprising diversity, the Earth itself proclaims
a message of unity of all creation, a message we cannot forget.
And it leads to a perception of the outer world, but more than
that, of the inner world.
Setting up an original bondage with every person, with every
place, let us rescue the mythical sense of the world. And also
the capacity to share with the other- from the wichis in the
north of Argentina, to the young Viking girl from Iceland; from
the dark eyes of the woman in Ethiopia to the homeless in New
York; from the Bedouin in the desert of Syria to the kids overloaded
with fruits in Uganda; from the naked cannibal tribes in New
Guinea to the terrified eyes of the Afghan refugees; from sadhus
in India to Tibetan monks- allows us to feel the same, in ourselves.
This empathy leaves traces, marks. Everyone lives in day-to-day
memories. To everyone I owe gratitude.
I
have learnt from people. And I have discovered that at every
corner there are stories; despise the global village where everything
looks alike and well-known. Still, in our world there are stories.
Still, there are windows to be opened, and people waiting for
us to open them. But, how do I preserve and commit to memory
the evidences of a trip trough the human being and his shadow,
his struggles, his beliefs, and his loves across five continents?
Through pictures, as a way to integrate those black holes that
there are in our world; those scars of history, those sutures
that we euphemistically call political divisions or races. In
today's world, which weakens frontiers and homogenizes, integrates
and communicates, there is, however, a complementary process
that restores them, creating new barriers that segregate and
scatters, which disconnect the ones who seek to cross them.
We have eyes but we cannot see.
Traveling
around, time becomes endless, incredibly full up. Time gets
marked, gets intense, stays and extends. And photography eternizes
it.
All
in all, we live in a world continuously traveling inside a universe
which is also traveling itself. And traveling is the only antidote
to vanquish the fugacity of time. And these pictures seek to
help us reveal, understand and spread the authentic human wonder
the Earth keeps inside its bowels.
Pablo Sigismondi.
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Another
presentation
Written
by
Martín Romano
Sometimes
one feels tired, that it was too much, that it is too hard…
and one rather lays in a sofa and watch unhurriedly how toes
nails grow...sometimes one feels that everything is too much.
It seems that behind (or even better, inside) everyone it rounds
a terrible, untold, not put in words but present truth...LIFE
IS HARD, LIFE COSTS and it is at that moment when one feels
a survivor in the world, in the system, in this society, in
this part of history...
But
,as it happens, it appears a dark haired, Turkish looking man,
sporting beard and sandals and gives a conference about cultural
differences in the world and one (to oneself) considers sending
him to hell... but one does not now why on earth one attends
the conference, listens to the dark-skinned who takes pictures
and travels around the world (as the curriculum says) and one
wants to see something different, a landscape, a far away building,
a rain poured dessert, but no...definitely no, because in the
pictures there is life, there is people suffering and laughing,
crying and celebrating, living and dying. And one walks the
gallery and has the strange feeling of being a swine, of watching
reality trough a glass...and if it is not enough, some guy announces
that the Geographer shall give a conference, and that it is
free, come in if you like, and one comes in, takes a seat in
the middle not to call attention, and prepares one's more critical
attention to internally crush the conference man when he finishes.
But
the guy appears and is simple, is a simple, everyday guy, with
his everyday clothes, he talks and gestures, and one sees peace
inside that man who has seen war, one sees calmness inside him,
and one begins seeing through who he is, because the worlds
he talks about takes one to other world, not the one he saw
but the one he portrays, and the guy surprises everyone, and
leaves us dumb faced , frowning and sucking one's finger, thinking
how on earth, to hell with him...
Then
he talks about equality, love, dignity, answers questions, and
turns words inside out until one gets what he means, but never
says what one expects...
Then he finishes and one takes a second look at the pictures
and sees the truth and shivers, and thinks again swine of me,
how easy has everything been so far...that reality always smacks
our face, in many ways, that there is more world than the world
we see, that there is also a world some others show us...
And
besides all that, one gets to know him, and have a chat, and
more than a accomplice beer, and all shows what one already
suspected, that the guy is always the same, translucent, upright,
profound.
Then
he goes away, takes a plane and goes somewhere...but one has
a thorn in the soul, a burin trough one's brain, because one's
own humanity has been changed, and understands what one always
knew and continues to walk as a modern times Sisyphus, bearing
in mind that, while one plods, many behind walk on their knees
and upwards...and truth hurts. But now one rather watches it.
Excellent
task the one done at the web page, a mighty detail to crown
such worthy and essential job.
Congratulations and happiness...and let the all times compromise
and predisposition last long.
Martín
Romano
Note:
the inclusion of this note is a transgression of mine, Carlos
the "webmaster"; I shall leave it here until Pablo
tells me not to. This appeared at the forum, but I consider
it so revealing that it deserves been shown, to understand Pablo's
job in a better way.
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