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O istorie a sclaviei romilor pe teritoriul României

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Ravensca – povestea unui sat izolat din Munții Almăjului

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Adevărul despre viața de stewardesă: dincolo de destinații de vis și un stil de viață aparent luxos

Romania

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Romania

Descoperă 7 locuri subestimate din Dobrogea și câștigă harta răzuibilă a României

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“A test of a people is how it behaves toward the “A test of a people is how it behaves toward the old. It is easy to love children. Even tyrants and dictators make a point of being fond of children. But the affection and care for the old, the incurable, the helpless are the true gold mines of a culture", Abraham Joshua Heschel #oldpeople #noageism #respectfortheelders #grandparents #peru #wisdom
It's recommended to keep a diet before an ayahuasc It's recommended to keep a diet before an ayahuasca ceremony: no meat, no alcohol, no sex. Knowing that the plant must find you, not the other way around, I headed to Peru, decided to follow my four-month trip. If ayahuasca was to come across, we would get to know each other, but I was not to chase after her. It showed up during the second month, and I began my six-day retreat (devoid of human company, telephone, and only fed with a handful of natural aliments without salt and sugar) with a tobacco purge. I ingested a dark-coloured infusion, swallowing it in a few gulps, convinced that I’d never experienced anything more disgusting and asking myself why the heck was I submitting myself to such a torture. The two hours I waited for the tobacco to find its way out of my stomach through my mouth gave me enough time to talk with the shaman about plants, healing, and indigenous knowledge. I found out that tobacco, just like ayahuasca, makes you throw out, which is a purification act. They gather together the evil in one’s mind and body and expel it. However, the most significant part of the healing process is the work of reflection, self-understanding and forgiveness that one does with oneself. That medical plants, hallucinogenic or not, can help partially. They can foreground bare-bone moments in your personal or family history, traumas that your mind, in a state of ordinary consciousness, can not see or understand. Nevertheless, for a visceral change to take place, your personal conscious day-to-day effort is compulsory. One year after the plant treatments, ayahuasca, mushrooms and tobacco ceremonies, I could say that, beyond those intense moments I lived in the Peruvian jungle, the year that followed was life-changing. As I often heard, plants don’t grant you what you ask, but what you need. I asked for a better sleep and I was granted it but this was nothing compared to all the existential answers I've received since. But I am a sceptical being who will always wonder whether the plants are those responsible for these personal insights or this would have been anyway the natural flow of life. #peru #ayahuasca #jungleplants #medicina #indigenous
It was a Wednesday morning in Los Organos when, to It was a Wednesday morning in Los Organos when, together with @carlsbuko and José, I headed towards Mancora, the neighbouring village, with the purpose of buying 26 menus from El Chiclayano. There, due to the high volume, the owner had agreed to lower the menu price from six to five soles. We shared the food with the nomads who roam around the Peruvian coast from one place to another, carrying backpacks and children. Their skin colour tone, closer to that of Africans than to the indigenous one, makes them easily distinguishable from Peruvians. Personally, I can also spot them by their beautiful eyelashes, outlined eyes and striking looks. The first who crossed our path was a five-member family who was walking back (!) to Ecuador. I exchanged some words with the father, a kind and warm man, who, despite his plight, didn’t lose his beaming smile. He thanked us with dignity and expressed his wish that more people would do similar small acts of kindness. We met several young, loud, agitated boys who blessed us tens of times before starting to gulp down. The food started vanishing from our sight just like water that drains soil cracked from dryness. Carla and I could barely hold our tears. José was rather shocked: “Carla, with this idea of yours, you completely shift my perspective. I’d have never thought about doing something like that.” Suddenly, those people ceased to be just unfortunate strangers, begging for food, dragged in all directions by every glimmer of hope or rumour about better places. They ceased to be only those who sleep where they can and cook their food in the outskirts of the village, at a fire prepared by themselves. We were struck by the realisation that those homeless boys were normal people and that any of the three of us could one day be in their place. I know someone who lost a 1000 euro flight because he booked a ticket to Peru with a layover in the US. He did so being completely oblivious that, during the pandemic, no foreigner could even tranzit through the US. This money went directly into Lufthansa's purse as it doesn’t offer any refund yet it has the ability to resell that ticket. #migration#latinamerica#portraits
Los Organos is a peaceful and quiet village on the Los Organos is a peaceful and quiet village on the coast of the Peruvian Pacific. “Nothing bad happens here”, the locals assured me. “Es tranquilo”. Indeed, you walk on the streets and feel safe. You’d even feel confident enough to take your camera out, had it not been for those tan-skinned beggars lurking about, especially young men. Mothers, wives, and sisters stay in the background and watch every move. But they don’t beg. This image impresses and disarms. Why on Earth would able-bodied boys in their prime beg in such a calm place? In a moment of weakness I lost my judgement for a second and I handed a few coins to a boy who grabbed them without thanking me. Within less then two minutes, another one started to follow me. Every time my eyes met his, he took the opportunity to express his hunger through a range of gestures. “They must be Venezuelans”, my host from Los Organos explains to me. “Son venezolanos” or, even worse, “son LOS venezolanos” are words that I have been constantly hearing since I arrived in Peru. These are words that, with every utterance, acquire a disease-like heaviness - equivalently to cancer or hepatitis - fraught words that almost instinctively make one turn their back or hide. “Lima was not that dangerous. Since the arrival of Venezuelans, many thefts have been taking place. They can slip your wallet without you even noticing.” This is the general story of forced migration. It is riddled with rejection. It is riddled with fear of the other. It is crammed with prejudice that runs labels of the mill and only spotlights and dehumanises those who draw attention to them. This prejudice prevents us from seeing others, who are quiet but resilient, many of them carrying babies, crawling from here to there with a university diploma in their backpacks. This is the story of the migrants who arrived in a country that doesn’t want them and doesn’t have the means (or the will) to integrate them properly. People hurling outside their national borders, spread across Americas ends. Unwanted strangers on their own continent. #peru #migracion #migration #venezolanosmigrantes
”The distance between moderation and abuse - per ”The distance between moderation and abuse - perversely perceived as a fundamental right by many of us - is wider than we tend to perceive. Once appropriated, this „fundamental right” of instant gratification is difficult to be given up. As difficult as any other addiction. Globally, we suffer from addiction to instant gratification, unlimited economic growth, boundless Instagram growth, and collective blindness in front of their consequences.” (As wisely as my dear @alec_bb says it) I have never touched cocaine again after the moment in which my brain comprehended that in some corner of the world (accidentally, in one of the corners I love the most) kids are carrying guns, teenagers are taken away from school and convinced to get into the business, and people die daily. Me having a bad day the next day after the party was zero, nothing, null, zilch. The comparison is even creepily funny. But during days like this, I wish I would consider more deeply how my dormant addictions - that sometimes prove to be more awake than I am willing to admit - are still affecting people around me or those that are further. Take some time to read this first article we write together - 'Avocado, Cocaine & Palm Oil': https://iscoada.com/eseu/avocado-cocaina-si-ulei-de-palmier/. Find the link also in the bio. If you are using a desktop, don’t hesitate to translate the page into your language. Fortunately (or not - for someone who studies translations, like me), Google Translate is doing a better and better job. #notjustyou #stopinstantgratification #wearetogetherinthis
'So... how is Peru?' they ask. I couldn't really 'So... how is Peru?' they ask. I couldn't really say... high and low, cold and warm, shy and daring. It can be a harsh at times or easy-going when you're in the right places. There are 100 countries here, between the borders of a single one. Sometimes I hate it and sometimes I am about to cry thinking at the date I leave. But I've been travelling here rather inside of me, on the land of a far-away country. I haven't met as many people as I used to, neither pass through telenovelas to talk about years after but I have discovered myself in profound and mysterious ways. Not always enjoyable - it's actually pain involved most if the times but I guess this is what it means to get closer to your 30s. 🙈
A bit later (as always) but here are my thoughts. A bit later (as always) but here are my thoughts. Things I am grateful for to 2020: • The chance to redesign the relationship with my mother • Being published in some of my favorite magazines & launching my blog (after three years of dreams) • The long time spent resting, sleeping, writing, reading and exercising • Staying away from my old addictions • Keeping Dharma present into my life • Staying in touch with friends I made during my travels (Eduardo, Christian, Paula, Jazmine, Joshua, Asdrubal) • Having my lifetime best friends close for the first time in years (Teea, Cristiana, Daria & Diana) • The health of my family & loved ones • An astonishing spring in a garden full of fruits and flowers • The nourishing mouth-watering food that fills any refrigerator blessed by my mother • For still saving me from wrinkles (thank you tons, 2020!) Kindly asking from 2021: • Less critics of myself and others • Less running, more yoga • Keep writing • Keep searching for answers, inquiring into life and taking risks • Less telefone checks, more photos • More often reminding that, for whatever my heart longs, I am good enough! • Looking toward the Sangha when I need refugee • To not take myself too seriously & don’t forget to have fun. In the end, it’s all about this. Credits for this gorgeous photo to @gabrielapantu ❤️
**swipe left for the complete story** I spent a c **swipe left for the complete story** I spent a couple of days in Ravensca, a tiny remote village, inhabited by a secular colony of Czech people who settled down in the Romanian Almăjului mountains, at the beginning of the 18th century (during the time of Habsburg domination over Transilvania). The geographic isolation and the unpaved mountainous roads surrounding this magic place played a big part in the conservation of the ancient way of living, along with an antique Czech language. Unfortunately, the recent history has turned its back from Ravensca: the village is now counting no more that 80 people. Most youngsters have already migrated to the Czech Republic: the mother-land and a modern state in Western Union that offers incomparable working opportunities. I stayed in the house Pelnář family, a wonderful couple of over 70 years old whose kids and grandchildren are already well established abroad. It’s just the two of them, together, working the land with such a force and energy of which a few of us would be capable. They start each day before 7am, feeding the animals and grooming in the courtyard and, if nothing else interferes, they end it up around 7pm, after returning from working the land. Above any cliché, the lifestyle of the people in Ravensca is literally frozen in time and this makes the fairyland of this so unknown Romanian place. Despite the threat of extinction that hovers over this village with the passing away of its elderly and the ever growing emigration of the younger generation, there is one young man there who, at only 21, has huge plans. He aims to save his community by setting up a business in tourism who would bring back and offer employment opportunities to those forced to relocate in the Czech Republic, who are dreaming of a way to come back home.
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