The calls I’ve stopped making to my mum

If before I wrote about the calls I’ve started making to my grandma since the beginning of the isolation, today I want to talk about the calls I’ve stopped making to my mum – because of the calls she has been giving to others.  Hold on, I’ll explain.  My mother is a doctor. Palliativist. SheContinue reading “The calls I’ve stopped making to my mum”

Las llamadas a mi abuela (y la certeza de que ella habla mi idioma)

Vengo llamando a mi abuela más frecuentemente. Por alguna razón que no puedo explicar, nunca lo hice mucho. Siempre ha vivido lejos. Pero nunca llamé.  Tal vez porque algo en mí siempre alimentó la esperanza de que al final del año nos veríamos. Y luego podría darle los abrazos más fuertes y acostarme en suContinue reading “Las llamadas a mi abuela (y la certeza de que ella habla mi idioma)”

Canarinhos refugiados em Pacaraima project: building Venezuela’s future from Brazil

“If you want to know what a country’s future looks like, look at the children. They’ll give you a good idea,” was one of the first things Miriam Blos said to me when we met at the Casa da Música in 2019. A year later, in the same place, the phrase couldn’t make more sense. Continue reading “Canarinhos refugiados em Pacaraima project: building Venezuela’s future from Brazil”

“De Arepa en Budare”: Luisa and those who still resist in Venezuela

“Never, ever, even with the terrible situation we’re living in now, I would leave my country. I am Venezuelan, as we say here, ‘de arepa en budare’*”. It is one of the first sentences that Luisa tells me while we have a coffee at 6 in the morning, amidst the tranquillity of La Gran Sabana.Continue reading ““De Arepa en Budare”: Luisa and those who still resist in Venezuela”

Venezuela: A spark of hope in the middle of chaos

My time in Venezuela was short. I arrived one day and left the next. And I feel that I needed more to absorb the atmosphere of the country that, yes, is sinking into a crisis. But in contrast, have people who don’t hold their heads down.  I didn’t have the chance to stop for theContinue reading “Venezuela: A spark of hope in the middle of chaos”

Brumadinho: the anguish of collective grief

Brumadinho is a sad city. It is possible to feel the grief in the streets, in each casual conversation with its inhabitants who do not forget the day when Vale’s Bean Stream dam collapsed, changing everything. It is possible to feel it in the brown dust that covers the city and in the muddy colourContinue reading “Brumadinho: the anguish of collective grief”

Alba and the Venezuelan resistance in Brazil

“When I left [Venezuela], I said, ‘I will be the resistance in Brazil because I will have a voice and I will tell the world who we are”. One of the pioneers of the first Boa Vista Welcoming Centre, Ms. Alba Marina is certainly a force of resistance in Brazilian lands – and still offersContinue reading “Alba and the Venezuelan resistance in Brazil”

Alba e a resistência Venezuelana no Brasil

“Quando eu saí de lá [da Venezuela], eu falei ‘eu vou ser resistência no Brasil’. Porque eu vou ter uma voz e eu vou dizer pro mundo quem a gente é”. Idealizadora do primeiro Centro de Acolhida de Boa Vista, Alba Marina com certeza resiste em terras Brasileiras – e ainda oferece suporte aos seusContinue reading “Alba e a resistência Venezuelana no Brasil”

Roraima: The Complexities of the Migratory Flow

Dona Raimunda has lived in Boa Vista since 1983 when she moved from Manaus. Like many Manauaras, she “came to visit and never went back”. Her recount is complex and rich described in a way that only Roraimans can deeply identify with. In an informal conversation at the city’s Crafts Center, at first she complainsContinue reading “Roraima: The Complexities of the Migratory Flow”

Roraima: onde as complexidades vão além de um fluxo migratório

Dona Raimunda vive em Boa Vista desde 1983, vinda de Manaus. Como muitos de seus conterrâneos, “veio para conhecer e nunca mais voltou”. O discurso dela é de uma complexidade que só Roraima parece carregar. Numa conversa informal no Centro de Artesanato da cidade, ela reclama para mim de como a população Venezuelana mudou aContinue reading “Roraima: onde as complexidades vão além de um fluxo migratório”