Alicia Granci: “Sí, soy argentina” (Yes, I’m Argentinian)

“It’s crazy that right now we’re almost like prisoners. We’re not prisoners but we can’t go out the way we used to. It’s contradictory. As far as my family is concerned, being an international student, we are a sort of used to it because we know what it’s like to be away from our lovedContinue reading “Alicia Granci: “Sí, soy argentina” (Yes, I’m Argentinian)”

Alicia Granci: “Sí, soy argentina”

“É louco que nesse momento nós estamos quase como prisioneiros, não somos prisioneiros mas não podemos sair da maneira como saíamos. É contraditório. Enquanto o que diz respeito a minha família, por ser estudante internacional, estamos um pouco acostumados porque sabemos o que é estar longe dos nossos entes queridos,” me fala Alicia Granci, numaContinue reading “Alicia Granci: “Sí, soy argentina””

Gabriel Villalba: the certainty of a coup d’état in Bolivia

“What the world needs to know is that in Bolivia we don’t live in a democracy,” is one of the things Gabriel Villalba told me when we talked in a rooftop café in La Paz. From up there, there was a tranquillity that looked nothing like the streets we had just crossed to get toContinue reading “Gabriel Villalba: the certainty of a coup d’état in Bolivia”

Gabriel Villalba: a certeza de Golpe de Estado na Bolívia

“O que o mundo precisa saber, é que na Bolívia não vivemos em democracia,” é o que me disse Gabriel Villalba enquanto conversamos em um café num terraço no centro de La Paz. Dali de cima, havia uma tranquilidade que nada se parecia com as ruas que tínhamos acabado de cruzar para chegar àquele destino.Continue reading “Gabriel Villalba: a certeza de Golpe de Estado na Bolívia”

Bolivia: reflections on democracy between protests and whispers

In October 2019, Bolivia made headlines around the world. After questioning the legitimacy of his third re-election, then-President Evo Morales was removed in a movement that the history books had taught me was a coup d’état. Army in the street, truculence, repression. Even so, I read editorials from international vehicles stating the opposite. And inContinue reading “Bolivia: reflections on democracy between protests and whispers”

The calls to my grandmother (and the certainty that she speaks my language)

I’ve been calling my grandma more often.  She’s always lived far away. But I never called.  Maybe because something in me always fed the hope that at the end of the year we’d see each other. And then I could give her the tightest hugs and lay my head on her lap while she strokedContinue reading “The calls to my grandmother (and the certainty that she speaks my language)”

As ligações para a minha Avó (e a certeza de que ela fala a minha língua)

Tenho ligado para a minha vó com mais frequência. Por algum motivo que eu não sei bem explicar, eu nunca o fiz muito. Ela sempre morou longe. Mas eu nunca liguei.  Talvez porque alguma coisa em mim sempre alimentou a esperança de que no final do ano a gente fosse se ver. E aí entãoContinue reading “As ligações para a minha Avó (e a certeza de que ela fala a minha língua)”

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”: Luísa e a força que ainda resiste na Venezuela

“Jamais, jamais, mesmo com a pior situação que estamos vivendo agora, eu abandono o meu país. Eu sou venezuelana, como dizemos aqui, ‘de arepa en budare’”. É uma das primeiras frases que me diz Luísa enquanto tomamos um café às 6 da manhã, em meio a tranquilidade da Gran Sabana. Talvez não haja expressão melhorContinue reading ““De Arepa en Budare”: Luísa e a força que ainda resiste na 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”