-Do you have any ID with you? (librarian)
- Oh, yeas, my UCSD card (me)
- Hummm, I´m afraid there´s something wrong… (librarian)
- What could be? Maybe my passport could solve …(me)
- No, it seems you have already been using our system, you´re already a member (librarian)
- Must be some mistake, I never been here before, my [...]
There´s another one of you
Xenophobia is nothing new in Europe
I don´t know who you are, what´s your background, your skin color and, if you are from Europe, if you ´d come from East or West – this makes a huge difference here.
What can we expect from politicians is just what we expect from ourselves and this is what upsets me most, how on earth [...]
Letters never Sent – Ways out of me
“Why don’t I write you once? Why not? That’s easy. I haven’t yet received a single line from you in response to my many postcards. Nevertheless, out of the boundless goodness of my heart and since I want to consecrate the first day [...]
Sara Bernal,Krzysztof Kieslowski and The Corners of the World
I will never forget how touched and very much impressed I was by the movie La Double vie de Véronique by Krzysztof Kieslowski, leaving the cinema in Rio de Janeiro, alone and feeling miserable all I just wanted, was to share my silence with the streets and make some resemblance of my jigsaw puzzle life [...]
JAMAIS VU – Where to find me
Does not matter what I see, I find no reasons to believe life moves just forward
Announymous
Tosca – FuckDub
Where´s all the ghosts?
Could not remember myself wandering about all the people in the streets, most of them tourists with maps and cameras looking for another hot spot in Vienna downtown.
Why we are so touched by the unknown?
Years ago I wrote something about being captured by some of images of this tourists pics and the bizarre sensation of [...]
Words in Images
I was trying to resume some of my untouched projects, many of them I stopped in the middle of something that it was really important (and today I just say “what a shit“) and just started something else… one day just writing, the next day thinking about images I saw in the streets of Vienna [...]
