The soil is red from the blood that has been spilled on this country” recita il Colonnello Coetzee, in ‘Blood Diamond’. Ogni volta che leggo di conflitti in Africa mi ricordo questa frase, tristemente vera.

La Reuters ha dato notizia dell’attacco alla base UN in South-Sudan, dove il quinto giorno di conflitto sta inasprendo le divisioni etniche di questa giovanissima nazione: e ogni volta che in Africa si parla di guerra etnica finisce poi con decine di migliaia di morti.

La situazione della vicina Repubblica Centroafricana conferma la notizia che il governo locale non ha assolutamente il controllo del territorio oltre a (parzialmente) quello della capitale in un paese che detiene record mondiali negativi per l’aspettativa di vita, la mortalità infantile e la percentuale della popolazione infettata dal virus dell’HIV.

Sto aggiornandomi, con amara tristezza, sulle condizioni di alcuni paesi in Africa, come se tra un paio di mesi debba essere una mia nuova destinazione. Foto di oggi? Esattamente un paio d’anni fa ero a Maputo, in Mozambique ….

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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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