Temporale d’autunno – Autumn thunderstorm

Temporale d’autunno, Cremona 2019

Il clima sta cambiando e ce ne accorgiamo. Siamo a Cremona, nel nord d’Italia. È il 15 di Ottobre. Gli alberi sono verdi. La temperatura è di 21 gradi. È appena finito un temporale che sembrava un temporale estivo. La pioggia mi ha ricordato le piogge monsoniche che bagnavano di Dumaguete, nelle Filippine.

The climate is changing and we realize it. We are in Cremona, in the north of Italy. It’s October 15th. The trees are green. The temperature is 21 degrees. A thunderstorm just seemed like a summer storm. The rain reminded me of the monsoon rains of Dumaguete, in the Philippines.

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La giacca rossa – The red jacket

Il duomo di Crema è spoglio. L’atmosfera è quella di una chiesa protestante. Tutti dentro alcuni fedeli sono seduti ai vecchi banconi pet pregare o, semplicemente, pensare. Una signora con una bella giacca rossa legge il libretto delle preghiere. C’è silenzio. Si sente solo il rumore metallico delle monete delle offerte per le candele per i santi.

The Duomo of Crema is bare. The atmosphere is almost that of a Protestant church. Few people are sitting at old benched praying or simply thinking. A lady in a beautiful red jacket reads from the prayer book. There is silence. Only the clanging of the coins of the offerings for candles for saints can be heard.

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1970s design

Design is in the details, Ha Noi 2007

Una cosa che facevo spesso quando vivevo ad Ha Noi era andare a fare un passeggiata in quello che viene chiamato Van Phuc Diplomatic Compound. Il compound era la zona nella quale vivevano le famiglie dello staff delle ambasciate negli anni settanta. Nel 2007, quando ho vissuto ad Ha Noi, rimaneva solo l’Ambasciata della Libia. Negli appartamenti vivono oggi famiglie vietnamiti.

Mi piaceva passeggiare tra i condomini anni settanta e notare il design delle finestre o balcono come quello nella foto. Appartenevano al passato un’era nella quale il mondo era diviso tra Stati Uniti ed Unione Sovietica.

One thing I often did when I lived in Ha Noi was go for a walk in what is called the Van Phuc Diplomatic Compound. The compound was the area where the embassy staff families lived in the 1970s. In 2007, when I lived in Ha Noi, only the Embassy of Libya remained. Vietnamese families live in the apartments today.

I liked walking among the seventies-style apartment buildings and noticing details in the design of the windows or balconies like the one in this photo.

Pindi Boys

Pindi Boys, Islamabad 2019

The Pindi Boys come from Rawalpindi, an old city 25km from the capital Islamabad. They drive their motorcycles to Islamabad just before sunset and do their tricks while taking videos on smartphones.

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Carpenters

Carpenters, Ha Noi 2007

Il costo della manodopera rimane basso in Asia. Ma per quanto tempo durerà?

Labor costs remain low in Asia. But how long will it last?

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The city is always on the move

City workshop, Ha Noi 2007

Lungo Kim Ma il traffico è sempre intenso. Un flusso constance to automobili, motorini, furgoni, e qualche bicicletta. Questa città è sempre in movimento. Milioni di veicoli che ogni giorno percorrono i boulevard, le strade, i vicoli. Sette giorni su sette. Dove vanno? Cosa trasportano? Come si muoveranno quando la popolazione di Ha Noi sarà doppia di quella di adesso?

Along Kim Ma the traffic is always intense. A constance to cars, mopeds, vans, and a few bikes. This city is always on the move. Millions of vehicles that travel the boulevards, streets and alleys every day. Seven days out of seven. Where are they going? What do they carry? How will they move when the population of Ha Noi will double?

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Artisan

Ceramic artisan, near Ha Noi 2007

Il laboratorio era molto piccolo. Un sottile strato di polvere di ceramica copriva il pavimento. L’aria era immobile. Il rumore elettrico della ruota sulla quale gli artigiani davano forma all’argilla la quale, una volta terminata la fase di cottura, si trasforma in ceramica.

The lab was very small. A thin layer of ceramic powder covered the floor. The air was still. The electrical noise of the wheel on which the artisans gave shape to the clay which, once the cooking phase finishes, turns into ceramic.

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The balcony

The balcony, Ha Noi 2008

Vivevamo vicino al vecchio compound diplomatico di Ha Noi. La sera mi piaceva uscire di casa appena prima di cena e andare a correre tra questi edifici a tre o quattro piani costruiti negli anni 60 e 70. Mi piaceva osservare le facciate di questi condomini. La luce della sera dalle finestre. I balconi degli appartamenti. Le famiglie che si apprestavano alla cena.

We lived near the old Ha Noi diplomatic compound. In the evening I liked leaving the house just before dinner and going for a run between these three and four-story buildings built in the 60s and 70s. I liked to look at the facades of these buildings. Evening lights from the windows. The balconies of the apartments. The families that were preparing for dinner.

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The old flag

Somewhere in rural Vietnam, 2019

Il paese era silenzioso. Gli uomini e le donne forse erano nei campi per la raccolta del riso. Camminavo senza una meta precisa lungo vicoli e piccole vie traverse nelle quali poteva la massimo passare un motocicletta. La bandiera sembrava che fosse stata lì per anni. Il rosso e giallo erano stati sbiaditi dal passare del tempo.

The village was silent. The men and women were perhaps in the fields for harvesting rice. I walked without a precise destination along narrow streets in which only a motorcycle could pass. The flag looked like it had been there for years. Red and yellow had been washed away over time.

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Market

Market in North Vietnam, Sapa 2007

Ricordo che era Dicembre e che era un giorno di pioggia. Una pioggia fine che non si decideva a trasformarsi in nebbia. La città di Sapa era avvolta nelle nuvole invernali. Il cielo era grigio ma nelle strade c’erano i colori del mercato pomeridiano. Un uomo controllava una rete da pesca da usare in uno dei piccoli laghi della zona. Sua figlia gli stava vicino e osservava le persone che camminavano lungo la per strada.

I remember it was December and it was a rainy day. A fine rain that could not be turned into fog. The city of Sapa was wrapped in winter clouds. The sky was gray but in the streets there were the colors of the afternoon market. A man controlled a fishing net to use in one of the small lakes in the area. His daughter stood by him and watched the people walking along the street.

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The next trip

On the train to Helsinki, 2019

Travelling again today. Off to Helsinki Vantaa. The sun is bright. The train runs smoothly. The fields have been harvested. The countryside is getting ready for the autumn.

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In the province

Vietnam 2008

It was a rainy day. Gray clouds throughout the bus ride to the Southern province. It did not matter how far we left Ha Noi behind, the weather was not getting any better. At the same time, when we go there, there was this peaceful atmosphere typical of the provinces. Less motorbikes and cars in the streets. Just few bicycles and few people walking in the streets.

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Levitation

Levitation, Tampere 2019

I was at the bus stop and felt light. So light that I felt like levitating and floating over the group and managed a friend to take this photo.

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My old hometown

La Bertazzola, Cremona 2019

‘What do you think?’, I asked. We had been for more then five minutes in the old piazza and she had not said a word.

We had got here at the right time. The sun setting. The marble facade of the Cathedral turning to a light pink/brown tint.

We walk a bit in the square. She took a deep breath and said: “It is nice to be back.”

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Wings

Wings (somewhere over Germany, 2019)

The takeoff was smooth even though we had to climb through thick rainy clouds. The fields and trees on the ground disappeared very quickly. The clouds were very low. I looked outside the window and saw just fog. All of a sudden it all disappeared and we flew suspended over the clouds as the sun was setting.

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