A Legacy of Demolition
When I leave my house every morning, I have the privilege of centuries. On the right side, in the corner, stands the Maripérez synagogue; beyond, the mosque, and in front of it, the Mennonite church. And if we go on down this road, the Amador Bendayán Theater, a few steps away, also the Los | … |
Debris (and Flashes) of Chanel
I look at the photos from a distance and suddenly, with the lightness of an unexpected flash, a suspicion, a doubt appears to me. What sort of decadent event would be hidden behind the fashion show? I ask myself. And what remote connection would bring it closer to the crisis in my country?