Italia terra est
We spent the first two weeks of October in Southern Italy. On the Amalfi coast on the Serrontin peninsula South of Naples.
The floods of tourists are almost over now and the climate is mild and lovely to one from Scandinavia
Have I seen you before?
Cafe Rivolux, Paris. Nikon D7000 50mm/1.4, all settings manual
We were walking around in the streets of Paris, it was April and the weather was excellent. We decided to have a late lunch after visiting quite a number of galleries.
Next to us was a younger woman seated, reading while waiting for her lunch to be served. She had such a remarkable expression in her face. She was clearly somewhere else absorbed in her book, at the same time having an aura of an invincible fortress you were not able to approach.
Oh, those fisher women are so fierce
The chairperson of the fisher women Ms. Josebin spoke up, saying that she had second thoughts about the process and that there were, in fact, more women who had met the strict criteria of what “most vulnerable” meant, and not 52. She insisted that the mistake be corrected immediately. This meant that the NGO, in effect, would have to triple its contribution. Basta…
This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago after visiting a fisher village in the Southern part of Tamil Nadu, India.
It was very controversial at that time, still is I believe: How does a well-renowned and good-hearted NGO cope with a strong community that has it’s own ideas about how to share and how to deal with relief aid?
The story was edited by many editors and have lost quite a few of it’s sharp teeth. But the dilemma still stands: what to do with the fierce fisher women that everybody fears?