2018-03-13
I was flipping through my Spanish exercise book the other day (searching for any notes to aid me in my never-ending struggle with the subjunctive tense) and I stumbled upon a super rough poem I’d jotted down a few months ago. It was written in a state of extreme frustration and although it’s set/heavily influenced...
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2018-03-13
Galapagos: A Photo Blog 🏝 BY DIEGO LASNER I decided dedicating a normal written blog to my independent travel time spent in Galapagos would be underwhelming, and completely not doing the islands justice. As one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to, I decided to show the world its beauty through pictures and...
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2018-03-12
My day usually begins around seven when the chartreuse parrots that live in the tree by my window start to twitter and converse. If the parrots are still sleeping by that time, my little host sister, who coincidentally reminds me of a brightly plumed tropical bird, usually takes over their role as my alarm clock....
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Imagine that. Imagine there being an entrance fee to enter the concentration camp. Imagine Germans being given a discounted price, Europeans paying slightly more, and all others (even descendants of Holocaust survivors who don’t live in Germany or Europe) paying the highest entrance fee. Imagine entering what you thought would be a sacred place, and...
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2018-03-09
Ten kaleidoscopic skulls stare back at me, strung together along the bracelet that now rests in my palm. A present from a stranger, something I would never usually adorn myself with but that I know will remind me of the man seated in front of me for weeks and years to come. He winces as...
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2018-03-09
Asallamalekum mboolo mi, na ngeen def? Li mooy fotobubaaxul ak dafa retanu. May peace be on you audience, how are you all? This is bad photos and it is funny. Mangi tudd Ousseynou Ndiaye. Sama sant dafa baax. Li mooy sama caro apré let bi dafa gën. Ki mooy sama rakkbugoor, Ahmed Geuye. Ki bëggna...
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2018-03-09
Senegal, I can't remember clearly what I imagined you to be; what stereotypes I inadvertently packed in my suitcase alongside my solar charger and all-polyester clothing and water sterilization device. Vibrant saturation of color, drums beating deep and low, sun-scalded dirt roads, lions — I'm ashamed to admit it now, but that was the basis...
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