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Tamil boy (Kerala, India)

Munnar, Kerala state, S-W India, January 2016

Tamil boy from a small workers village neighbouring the tea plantations in the mountains near the city of Munnar. Very modest, hardworking people. Seemed to me they were happy indeed.


The World Waits for the Sun

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“I was scared to do anything in the studio because it felt so claustrophobic. I wanted to be somewhere where things could happen and the subject wasn’t just looking back at you.”

  • Annie Leibovitz

Our world is a magical smoke screen (II)

Our world is a magical smoke screen II

Autumn day



Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.

Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

(Rainer Maria Rilke – Autumn Day)


Tenno-heika, Banzai, Kimi ga yo

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“Dr. Y. Hiraiwa, professor of Hiroshima University of Literature and Science, and one of my church members, was buried by the bomb under the two storied house with his son, a student of Tokyo University. Both of them could not move an inch under tremendously heavy pressure. And the house already caught fire. His son said, ‘Father, we can do nothing except make our mind up to consecrate our lives for the country. Let us give Banzai to our Emperor.’ Then the father followed after his son, ‘Tenno-heika, Banzai, Banzai, Banzai!’ In the result, Dr Hiraiwa said, ‘Strange to say, I felt calm and bright and peaceful spirit in my heart, when I chanted Banzai to Tenno.’ Afterward his son got out and digged down and pulled out his father and thus they were saved. In thinking of their experience of that time Dr. Hiraiwa repeated, ‘What a fortunate that we are Japanese! It was my first time I ever tasted such a beautiful spirit when I decided to die for our Emperor.’

Miss Kayoko Nobutoki, a student of girl’s high school, Hiroshima Jazabuin, and a daughter of my church member, was taking rest with her friends beside the heavy fence of the Buddhist Temple. At the moment the atomic bomb was dropped, the fence fell upon them. They could not move a bit under such a heavy fence and then smoke entered into even a crack and choked their breath. One of the girls begun to sing Kimi ga yo, national anthem, and others followed in chorus and died. Meanwhile one of them found a crack and struggled hard to get out. When she was taken in the Red Cross Hospital she told how her friends died, tracing back in her memory to singing in chorus our national anthem. They were just 13 years old.

Yes, people of Hiroshima died manly in the atomic bombing, believing that it was for Emperor’s sake.” (Hiroshima, by John Hersey, The New Yorker, august 1946)

Dor de vara | Missing the summer

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La Vama Veche, in august 2007
Romanian Black Sea coast, summer 2007

India calling (4). Havelock island (smartphone photo)

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Havelock island, South Andaman

Andaman and Nicobar special administration area, India

January 26th, 2015

Samsung Galaxy S4

Tolkien Reading Day

Ne vom vedea în Cer la porți de Învieri


Ne vom vedea în Cer la porți de Învieri
Din ale Sale cânturi primi-vom mângâieri.
Din aripile-I întinse peste ale noastre gânduri
Vor răsări speranțe și-or înflori colinduri.

Heaven Knows