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My ‘COMO SI FUERA UN HERMANO, QUE DE OTRAS TIERRAS VINIERA’ (BOLIVIA)
It is past 10 PM. There is no stage, a couple of loudspeakers have been placed on the sidewalk, the old world, elegantly dressed singer performs in the street and hundreds of people surround her, clapping their hands and singing together, while young girls in their colourful dance attire come and go around her every now and then. There is no playlist, roadplan or staging, yet it all smoothly goes on. The whole quite large square reverberates with the music, yet, if one looked at it all without hearing anything, he or she could easily say there is no music at all, as elderly ladies sit on benches chatting, mid-aged men play chess, children go tumbling on the ground, ambulant coffee sellers, as well as shoe polishers are in high demand. With the sound off, the whole square, those around the singer and the others, would seem to be going in rather slow motion, as nobody rushes, there is no ado, and it takes me quite a while to oblige and walk in their slow, relaxed, peaceful pace. But only this way one gets home to his inner self.
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LABYRINTH (THE SMALL ISLES, SCOTLAND)
Everything looks wet, damp or at least humid, the appearance of the ground is often misleading, with water, mud, deep holes or moving stones hidden by the shrubs and peat. The weather changes in a matter of minutes, as views come just to disappear as if one in trying to find a way out of a labyrinth where walls keep on moving around, barring the way. But then, this very labyrinth, this very unexpected and these very hardships make it all worth. Because only after an intense rain one gets the bluest of skies.
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