Locked up

Areszt śledczy, Toruń 2011

Man held custody in the Areszt śledczy building in Toruń. I have often seen people standing outside of the building, groups of friends or girlfriends, communicating with the prisoners either by sign-language or simply by shouting using strange slang that other people don’t really understand. This man was watching me take his photo. He saw me. He stayed in the window. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

Maldita Dulzura



Vetusta Morla – Maldita Dulzura
Mapas (2011)

hablemos de ruina y espina
hablemos de polvo y herida
de mi miedo a las alturas
lo que quieras pero hablemos

de todo menos del tiempo
que se escurre entre los dedos

hablemos para no oírnos
bebamos para no vernos
hablando pasan los días
que nos quedan para irnos
yo al bucle de tu olvido
tu al redil de mis instintos

maldita dulzura la tuya
maldita dulzura la tuya
maldita dulzura la tuya

me hablas de ruina y espina
te clavas el polvo en la herida
me culpas de las alturas
que ves desde tus zapatos

no quieres hablar del tiempo
aunque este de nuestro lado
y hablas para no oírme
y bebes para no verme
yo callo y rio y bebo
no doy tregua ni consuelo
y no es por maldad lo juro
es que me divierte el juego

maldita dulzura la mía
maldita dulzura la mía
maldita dulzura la mía

maldita dulzura la nuestra

Friendships & Self Development

Getting to know people from different parts of the world means flowing through realities while learning how to appreciate cultural differences and accepting the contrasts between personalities. Taking the details you most appreciate about them and making them yours, letting them affect and change you.

I believe that learning from people is the most colourful and beautiful way for self development. The art is knowing how to find those little differences and mismatches, learning how to handle them and choosing what to apply to your own personality to become a better person. New people and contrasts are the keys to open-mindness and understanding, the secret to learn how to efficiently communicate with people from different worlds and realities. It is the only way to actually understand the culturally bound and completely subcontious signals we at all times are sending out to the world and the effects these signals actually have on our surroundings.

My lifestyle gives me the incredible opportunity to meet and get to know amazing people from everywhere. At the same time, however, it forces me to at some point transform those friendships to an online mode and move on with my things. Because of this, I try to extract as much as possible of every interesting person I meet on the way, and staying in touch is crucial for me in order not to loose my roots.

I’m not rooted the way many people are in their own locally created society. I’m bound to my friends from everywhere around and I appreciate and care about them in the same way that one cares about that friend next door. Internet provides me with the possibility to stay in touch with all these people, keeping my networks active, being able to follow my friends’ development and still share and change and learn from each other. It’s, as I said, crucial for me to keep these friendships alive, online they provide a different dimension to the relationship, and as I keep hopping around the planet, the chance of meeting again is more likely with every day that passes.

Going home by bus from the airport at 6.30am after saying goodbye to the Venezuelan girl that I shared my flat with the last 6 months sparked my need for writing these thoughts down. You bring something with you from every person you choose to let in and this specific relationship has been more fruitful and deep than most as we both have an interest for and understanding of the human mind and the society while at the same time being culturally, emotionally and personally very different. I learnt a lot from Daneff, and I am very sure we will stay in touch and continue to share our experiences, support each other and learn from each other’s differences. Skype is King.

Gracias por todo mi guapi. <3

Time to get some sleep.

I Jump

Some people complain there’s almost never pictures of me in my blog. Well, that’s the story of a photographer, I’m mostly the one standing behind the camera. Sometimes, however, people insist to take a photo of yours truly. And then, most of the times, I jump.

Grácia District, Barcelona. 2011

The long walk home

The long walk home, by CarolineBach
Rajasthan Desert, India. October 2010

The origins of the Roma people, also referred to as Gypsies and Romani, can through linguistic and genetic evidence be traced back to India, and more specifically, Rajasthan. When I was in India I immediately noticed the stiking resemblance between the the languages and I was amazed by the fact that  I could use some of  my very limited vocabulary in Romani, that I had learnt when working with Roma children in Sweden, to communicate in and understand some basic Hindi. Culturally, the Roma people have, despite of their wide dispersion around the world, managed to keep many of their traditions and values intact. Their vibrant musical culture has had a vast influence on traditional Balkan Music, Andalusian Flamenco, and even European classical composers such as Brahms and Liszt. Following is a part from the movie Latcho Drom, meaning Safe Journey which is a documentary about the journey of the Roma people, along with their charismatic culture and dancing, from the Rajasthan desert to Adalusia in Spain.

Latcho Drom (1993)
Directed and written by Tony Gatlif

Moonchild

 

“They say I made the moon
Everything was in the dark
No memories at all
Just a tiny freezing wind in my back
As I was sitting there
Singing a song they had never heard before
Suddenly, a voice told me
“Keep on singing, little boy
And raise your arms in the big black sky
Raise your arms the highest you can
So the whole universe will glow”

My first vision was a bush growing down the river
And I couldn’t stop crying
Something was missing
I realized I was in love with a voice
I called it, again, and again
But all I heard was the echo in the light.”

M83 – Moonchild
Before the dawn heals us (2005)

You will never be forgotten.