This project was born with the objective to take you through a thematic journey around the world. You will wander around a world of colors, emotions, cultures and religions and maybe sometime you will get lost along the way! Safe travel!
Questo progetto nasce con l’intento di portarti attraverso un viaggio tematico attorno al mondo. Camminerai in un mondo di colori, di emozioni, di culture e religioni e qualche volta avrai l’impressione di essere smarrito! Buon viaggio!
This instant of affection reminded me of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera book “Think of love as a state of grace not as a means to anything… but an end in itself.”
– Giorgio Faedo
“An interesting story that appeared in the July 2019 issue of National Geographic magazine. A story of one of several crisis the country is facing”.
Giorgio Faedo – Italy
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2019/07/niger-clings-to-stability-in-west-africa
[….A few weeks ago in Turin some children gave me the honorary citizenship of an imaginary place, which they called “Felicizia” (a mixture between friendship and happiness) to indicate friendship as the way to happiness.
A dream, maybe a fairy tale. But we have to be careful not to confine our dreams and hopes to the childhood season only. Like these values aren’t important in the adult world.
In other words, we must not be afraid to express good feelings that make our society better.
These are the values cultivated by those who carry out their duties seriously, day by day, those of those who voluntarily work to help others in difficulty..]
Excerpt from Italian President Sergio Mattarella’s New Year speech, Dec. 2018
“There is nothing magical about the flip of the calendar, but it represents a clean break, a new hope, and a blank canvas.”
― Jason Soroski
” All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I am supposed to be doing? I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I am like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop taste one sip of an answer. I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me there, will have to take me home.”
Maulana Rumi ( 1207-1273)
photo: Cambodia
” A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead…” ( Graham Green)
I was trying to find the right words to describe the experience of the journey by train I took last year and I think what I experienced is well described by this extract from an article I recently read: “ There was a sense of diminishment. I always get from our culture of images: no matter how finely you chop life into sequence of photographs, no matter how closely in the time the photographs are spaced, what the sequence always ends up conveying to me the most strongly is what it leaves out.” The end of the end of the world, by Jonathan Franzen.
So what was the point to travel by train from Kigoma to DAR, spend two days in a train when I could easily take the plane and in few hours be at home? It was to experience the essence of time. Get dazzled by the beauty of the scenery and the humanity around me and sense “the present of past things, the present of the present things and the present of the future things” (St.Augustine).
Giorgio Faedo – Italy
” I took this picture at the local market in Stone Town, Zanzibar. It was Sunday morning and the place was exaggeratedly overloaded with smells, sounds and colors. Needless to say that it was almost annoying. But the fish section of the market casted by a beautiful morning light made the scene absolutely stunning”.
-Giorgio Faedo, Italy-
Since my childhood, I have always been magnetized by the train. The sound of a train whistle, the announcement of the approaching station, the sound of wheels on steel.
The train station is its self an intrigued little universe where stories and people are overlapped and intertwined. No matter what the final destination is, the train stills in me a sense of freedom, charm. A sense of nostalgia and home.
It is here where I like reading a book, observe the dimension of the world through the window , write on my diary, let my face and arms enjoy the sun and the wind, fall asleep.
But overall, it is here that I like observing the time passing by so slowly. I build my temporary micro universe and I decide to either be a viewer of the society or actively mix with the life around me and my companions.
I took this picture few days ago, at the Kigoma train station where few times a week the train still connects people, and not only, between the west and the east of Tanzania.
For months I have been thinking to make that journey and take that express train myself.
From the train last week I took this picture, a HUG. One of many things we miss from our pre-pandemic lives.