Vremea oilor
Identify an enemy. Instill fear. Rule. Sheep will obey silently. Welcome to the new world of restrictions, artificially induced fear and thunderous applause, where your freedom values nothing when you are to be forcibly protected from a pathetic flu-like virus.
Thanks, Beirut!
The bright side (no pun intended) of the Beirut explosion is that it compelled the tv/radio/online media to stop at last talking exclusively about that stupid virus (stupid it might be, but not as stupid as the aforementioned journalists anyway). Yes, there's much life (and death) beyond this flu on steroids - yes, just a flu - that turned the world into a global prison. And that's enough reason to love this city twice as much. I fell in love with it the moment I started walking its streets a few years ago. Now it hurts me to see [...]
Neowise
The first comet I ever got on camera. My first try on this one, as well - I'll try getting a few more shots these days nights, provided the clouds show some mercy. July 27th update: two more shots, just before it gets out of reach (it's already fading away, the core barely visible with the naked eye). See you again in 6800 years, dear!
Tacos de huitlacoche
Huitlacoche e o boala. Asta in loc de "pofta buna", gen. Staaai, bai, nu inchide fereastra, ca nu se transmite prin monitor si - mai ales - nu se transmite la oameni: e o boala a porumbului (esti porumb? nu esti). O ciuperca, mai exact. Hai, ca deja suna mai bine, este? Si ca sa sune si mai bine, o sa-ti spun ca porecla parazitului astuia a carui aparitie pe camp ar duce in mod normal raderea si arderea intregii culturi e "trufele porumbului". Un pic exagerata metafora, trebuie sa recunosc, dar cert e ca mexicanii, oameni practici, au [...]
Mexic & Cuba (V): inapoi in CDMX si inapoi acasa
Am prins, pana la urma, aproape trei ore de somn din cele trei ale zborului. Cred ca am adormit in fractiunea de secunda in care mi-am lasat scaunul pe spate si m-am mai trezit abia cand domnita de la cabin crew m-a batut pe umar sa-l ridic la loc, sa putem ateriza. O cafea luata de la unul dintre buticurile din holul de la arrivals, bagajul lasat la storage locker, si sunt gata sa-i ofer din nou capitalei mexicane bucuria si onoarea de a ma avea in mijlocul ei. De la Hidalgo, de data asta merg pe Paseo de [...]
Mexic & Cuba (IV): habanos en La Habana
Ziceam ca poluarea din Mexico City e dureroasa? Stai s-o vezi pe asta din Havana. Cu toate masinile preistorice care umbla pe strazi, reparate de mii de ori in curtea casei in ultimele 6 decenii (chiar ma intreb, astia or avea ceva gen RAR-ul de pe la noi? nu cred), cu toate autobuzele care ar putea fi incadrate cel mult in clasa Euro -5, dupa o zi de mers pe jos prin Havana plamanii tai au atata fum in ei ca n-ai nevoie de radiografie, doar de un bec mai puternic in spate. Imi dau seama de asta cand [...]