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Decolonizing Water: #NODAPL

North Dakota

By Erin Lefevre

19 Sep 2017

Photographs of the resistance movement against the Dakota Access Pipeline.

Images from War in Ukraine for Exhibition in Sintra Museum of Modern Art

Portraits of Prima Ballerina for Time Magazine

Recent Images from 'The Afghans'

Images from the Maidan Revolution for Time Magazine

Images from War in Ukraine for Exhibition in Sintra Museum of Modern Art

Images from War in Ukraine for Exhibition in Sintra Museum of Modern Art

The Nation of Visionaries

Rio Santiago, Amazonas

By lordcob

18 Sep 2017

The Nation of Visionaries - In the Peruvian Amazon a newborn country is ready to defend its territory

Summary: On the 2nd of May 2017 the autonomous government of the Wampis nation will present itself to the Peruvian National Congress. It is the first indigenous nation in the Amazon and how the Peruvian state will respond to the Wampis' self-declared autonomy may set an historical precedent.

An historical decision was taken last year in Soledad, a small village of Rio Santiago, 1,500 km north-east of the Peruvian capital Lima. Around 200 representatives of the indigenous Wampis people announced the formation of the Autonomous Territorial Government of the Wampis Nation, the first of its kind in the whole Amazon, with its own constitution, parliament and executive organs. “We will still be Peruvian citizens”, -says one of their visionary leaders, Andres Noningo, 62, “but now we have our own government responsible for our own territory; This will enable us to protect ourselves from companies and politicians who only are able to see gold and oil in our rivers and forests.” In Peru there has always been a mutual distrust between indigenous people and the government, as evidenced by the ‘massacre of Bagua’ in 2009: the approval of new laws, facilitating access to the indigenous lands for extractive industries, sparked protests, which ended in the killing of over 30 indigenous people and policemen. State concessions and recurrent hydropower projects are not the only threats to the Wampis territory: a rotten 40 year old oil pipeline of the state company Petroperu is leaking more and more each year, while illegal gold miners are on the verge of transforming this unspoiled land into another Peruvian nightmare like Madre de Dios. Not all the dangers come from the outside. After decades of cultural homogeneization, a lot of the indigenous knowledge is at risk of being forgotten and the Constitution of the Wampis Nation aims at its preservation. It is a culture that reveals the deep attachment of this people to nature. For them, forests and mountains are sacred, hiding waterfalls where aspiring visionary warriors search for guidance during the ritual of Ayahuasca but today young people are confused and disorientated between the model of a consumer society, learned at school and the traditional values taught by their parents. Protecting these forest is not only interest of the Wampis: Amazonian forests are nicknamed ‘the lungs of the planet’ for their capacity to fix carbon dioxide and mitigate climate change. Today visionary warriors have become ‘statesman’, setting a new precedent in the Amazon by forming an autonomous indigenous government. On the 2nd of May 2017 the newborn nation presented itself to the Peruvian National Congress. A series of other indigenous groups is preparing similar initiatives and how the Peruvian state will respond to the Wampis’ self-declared autonomy may set an historic precedent.

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Rio Santiago, Amazonas

By lordcob

17 Sep 2017

Kefren Grana, 45, a former teacher, is the Minister of education of the Wampis Nation.Today young people are confused and disorientated between the model of a consumer society learned at school and the traditional values taught by their parents. Kefren promotes the use of hallucinogenic plants fundamental to re-establish a connection with nature: âAyahuasca, tobacco and toe are our university.

Villa 31, built in the 1930, is the oldest of the villas miserias in Buenos Aires. Are spaces of urban segregation, barrios locked in the metropolis, born as a result of the first migrations from within the country and from Europe in the early XX century. While going through different processes, including the occasional attempt to urbanization or eradication, the villas are now self-built neighbourhoods, largely devoid of infrastructure and basic services: roads, electricity, water, sewage system .., always spaces most populated where crime, the local mafias and drugs are fertile ground for expansion. The current government of Ciudad Autonoma de Buenos Aires (CABA) headed by the conservative Mauricio Macri and under the directive national of the president Kristina Kirchner has so far repressed with violence any attempt of occupation of land by the poorer classes.
And just because of this state of repression and growing, as unmet need for housing in recent years have given rise to a movement of struggle for housing involving transversely inhabitants of villas and young people of CABA.

El sol de mañana was built inside the Villa 31, urban area is bordered to the north by the historic and elegant barrio of Retiro and south with modern and luxurious Puerto Madero.
Villa 31 today has a highly varied population of about 60,000 people composed not only of illegal immigrants but also porteñe from young couples who can not afford other housing solution within the metropolis.
It is the encounter with the lives, the smells, the mud, the hopes and passions of these people who live swallowed up by a city that does not seem to find space for them.
It is the sun of tomorrow, ingrained in the heart of the Argentines, for which the country is their home, their barrio, the community to which you belong. With melancholy hope rely on tomorrow what today still have not had.

You are confusing the circulatory system with this maze of meandering, twisted like cells of the brain – wire meshes and tangles, resemble memory – each with a story to hide or to be dissolved, there just behind a gauze suspended between the face and the hanging ceiling, hanging between the faces and walls.
You do not know if they are roots or hair those that sink in water, and in the sky – in the sky from where the water is more than any imagined Africa.

The sky of thick foliage, of dry logs as your crosses and you do not know if they are branches or knots of hair braiding those who see blacks under the smoky clouds. There are more signs on the ground and more signs on the water that on the blackboard, which does not pass the history of your steps, but one of the steps of foreigners on your land.

A whirlpool in the lazy river as you sleep. A run in the tall grass, cutting edges. A jump and a heavy bag on your head, the water reflects other water and the tree grows from your shoulders, soon broken up by life that your father has left the crooked stick.

This is a Story
As every story, it’s made by Moments, Instants, People, Places.
Different but indissolubly tied together by invisible and indivisible light threads.
It’s not a tale of Africa but it’s a story of Men, or of a single Man.
It’s the tale of a centuries-old Tree with its roots - the wrinkled and strong arms of an old lady- searching for life in the depths of the river.
It’s the story of a Woman who stretches the same roots to the sky as if to contrast a law of nature.

In Africa there’s nothing that doesn’t come into being from the earth and nothing that’s not raised towards the sky that dominates everything.
It’s the tale of a River that flows for thousands of years in a land that’s fighting for his identity for a thousands of years.
It’s the same River that carries along life and death, the end and the beginning.
A River able to nurture, a River able to kill.

It’s the tale of many Men leaving in search of something that doesn’t have a name yet.

It’s the tale of a Color in which all the colors are alike, the story of an escape towards places so far away, drawn in a map by Red Soil and where all the paths come together.

It’s the tale of a Red Soil that stains your feet and goes inside you
It goes deep into your blood and fires it up.

And it’s useless to wash your body in the river at the end of the day: the Red Soil has left a mark on everything you have and everything you are.
It’s the tale of a Disease without a cure.
It’s the tale of a Rain that comes from the silence of a blue sky and with a din fills the buckets of the village.
It’s the tale of many other Tales.
It's the story of those who live and consume that Land.
It’s the story of who has being worn out by that Land.
And it’s also the tale of a Mondele, a White Man.
A tale of the moment in which he asked to himself: “What if I was born here?”
And then he understood the only possible answer: “I am Africa”.

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Mideast Jordan Daily Life

Amman

By Nader Daoud

08 Sep 2017

Jordanian bride, Nadia Zubi, and her groom, Ameen Imseeh, react for a photo shoot by a photographer, unseen, between the pillars of the Amman Citadel , Jordan, Monday, Sept. 12, 2011. The site, which towers over central Amman, includes some of the earliest fortifications know to man, a Byzantine Church dating from the 6th or 7th century, the Temple of Hercules dating from 161-180 AD and the Umayyad Palace complex, dating from around 720 AD. (AP Photo/Nader Daoud)

a Syrian refugee boy stand near his family living container in Zaatari camp for Syrian refugees

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Tammoz Cafe & Restaurant

Amman

By hamza obeidat

08 Sep 2017

Tammoz cafe & restorant oriental atmosphere with oriental food and drinks

Minimal Histories | Patagonia

El Calafate

By Gabriele Orlini

07 Sep 2017

Patagonia is the right place to walk, lose oneself in our own certainties and feel the right to doubt. Minimal Histories is the stage of a journey, a meeting with the Men who breathe the land at the end of the earth. They're stories told with a Mate in our hands, to share the sacred drink of the Argentine hospitality during the long evenings of the Patagonian pampas. Simple men, sometimes anachronistic, but absolutely of today. As a narrative, Minimal Histories tells the story of everyone and each of these stories is the story of all of us. One of our fears that are raised within us and covered with a dark night sky of endless stars. One of our dreams and thoughts about the future that every sunrise lights to hole up behind a new moon.