Life lately has been entwined with letting go, grabbing on to and braiding again the strands to which I’m attached.
I’m still writing that essay. I can’t wait to tell shorter stories with a simpler language.
One Sunday morning, I received a text message from a friend asking me if I wanted to attend a Persian wedding party that evening. It turned out to be a Kurdish engagement celebration.
I got to do a five-day workshop with David Alan Harvey in 2009. It transformed my approach to photography of course, but I could have never anticipated how powerful its effects continue to be three years onwards.
I am back in Stockholm and I am still writing my thesis. I had the best two-month return to the field I could have hoped for. Now I live again between library and residence surrounded by reddening autumn leaves.
I’m spending tonight at Guarulhos, São Paulo’s austere and grimy ciment palace of an airport. I’m sleeping here because I rather wait until 5h45 to take a 4 reales bus (1 real = approx US $0.50) and 3.50 RS subway into town than pay the 100 RS it would cost to taxi to my friend Marcelo’s place. I should have arrived around 17h30 but our original flight from Amsterdam experienced a technical failure of its motor de-icing systems…
I am in Stockholm again. Following my seven country trip back to Sweden and the rush of the first week, I’ve felt a little…
In this last of my catch-up posts, I wanted to share with you some overview financial figures of my trip in Turkey and Iran last year and my nine months living in Sweden. Some of you might see this bookkeeping as obsessive and tedious, but once my tables are setup, I rarely spend more than 1 minute per day feeding the spreadsheet with the latest information.
Tchena! I seem to be reaching a patch of clarity after months of fearing to post again. I have kept thinking: the few visitors I had must have been looking forward to discovering Stockholm with me and I have shared nothing. […] It is almost March, cold temperatures and omnipresent snow starkly foil our first steps in Mumbai. My studies fascinate me and are hatching opportunities. I quite enjoy living in the capital of Sweden and, as some even say, Scandinavia.
Where the lake becomes ocean in Stockholm harbour.
Terminus, not terminated!