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Some migrations are easy to spot, others are much less so and seem to escape our cognitive radars... Read more @ Academia Josefa.
Marco
Some migrations are easy to spot, others are much less so and seem to escape our cognitive radars... Read more @ Academia Josefa.
Marco
In the beginning was exile. The child comes into the world as a stranger to itself and to others. Birth can thus be seen as a first exile... Read more @Academia Josefa.
François
It is on the Paris/Tel Aviv/Paris flight that I think about the question “All of us, migrant(s); what about me?” On the outward journey as well as on the return journey, these flights are full of migration stories. Old and young migrants over several generations.
I could start with a Pythagorean oxymoron
Anybody immersed in a liquid ... you can guess the rest;
Or approach the matter from an Aristotelian sophistry angle:
Man produces plastic; yet plastic floats, therefore man floats.
Every year, the Turks cross Serbia and Hungary at least twice, once at the beginning of the summer, when they return home to Turkey, and again at the end of August, when they go back to Germany… Read more @ Academia Josefa.
Zoltan
Rwanda, land of the new man
Red earth, green landscapes
A land of beauty
Rwanda, a populous country
Kigali, the power plant
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