“Mi sta sulle palle volare durante i sandstorm o nei monsoni, o anche negli uragani, tifoni che dir si voglia” avevo confermato a un amico davanti a un bicchiere di vino qualche anno fa, “Allora anche tu, che sostieni l’aereo sia sicurissimo, hai finalmente un filo di fifa qualche volta?” mi aveva risposto.

“No, è che la gente urla e vomita e io non riesco a dormire” avevo ribattuto serenamente, “mentre si, ho una fifa bestiale quando giro in auto per i posti che visito, visto lo stile di guida criminale dei tassisti che uso”.

Ovvio che ieri sera, quando ho visto le palme sbatacchiate dal vento e il colore dell’aria farsi marrone, io abbia pronunciato la rituale saracca di bestemmie articolate e composite: non che ce l’abbia con qualcuno in particolare, ma è una sorta di mantra che ha un effetto rasserenante sull’umore.

Foto? Un tentativo di rendere meno banale la solita foto all’aereo che sto prendendo, con i riflessi sui vetri, eccetera che (ne parlavo con Luca M.) abbiamo tutti scattato a iosa.

One the road again ….

Well, I’m so tired of crying, But I’m out on the road again
I’m on the road again, Well, I’m so tired of crying
But I’m out on the road again, I’m on the road again

al khobar airport (1)

 


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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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