Abdulla Foodstuff” mi dice una sbiadita insegna, mentre arranco in una luce contrastata dall’assenza di mezzi toni: da una parte la notte nera, e dall’altra le fotoelettriche abbaglianti, alimentate da generatori che scoppiettano in un casino tale che paiono silenziati.

Foodstuff“, “roba da mangiare“, che “generi alimentari” non rende l’idea.

Io sono l’eccezione, in una presenza umana dicotomica: da un lato chi è arrivato dal Kerala (stato Indiano che fornisce qualche milione di lavoratori alla base della piramide) e vende frutta e verdura. Dall’altro dei compratori, contraddistinti dal lungo abito bianco a segno della modestia insegnata dal profeta, con degli enormi SUV dalla cilindrata navale, lasciati accesi a garantire una temperatura interna consona all’azoto liquido.

Mi muovo ignorato sia dagli uni che dagli altri. Ma entrambi si scansano, a segno di rispetto per le mie spalle e la mia stazza più che per cultura ed educazione.

Qualche scatto, con il sensore che pigola pietà in balia di luci e neri ….


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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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