The expected visitor will be issued with Visa on Arrival at Murtala Mohammed International Airport … ” (“Al visitatore sarà garantito un visto all’arrivo nell’aeroporto …” – english lesson #37): quando ho letto il testo burocratico che sancisce io abbia il permesso di entrare in uno stato sovrano, che regola il flusso degli stranieri all’interno dei propri territori, mi è scappato l’occhio sul “Murtala“, che in assonanza fonetica non mi piaceva proprio.

Chiaramente non vado in un paradiso turistico, ma quella strana sensazione di prurito si è trasformata in fastidio.

Ho punzonato Wiki e per sbaglio mi è partita, una volta sparato l’enter con l’indice destro, una divertente ricerca sull’etimologia e sulla semantica di “Ma li mortacci tua“, che sicuramente non è un’espressione shakespeariana: date un occhio al link Mortacci che è meraviglioso.

Foto? Un’alba a Istanbul, che sono di fretta: questa settimana doppi turni in miniera e poi rimbalzo sui sigari volanti per 10 giorni …

sunrise

 


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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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