• PK5 (5 km from downtown Bangui)
      The sound of machine guns and RPGs cracks in the air at the break of noon and goes on no stop well into the pitch-black night. It looks like Mogadishu at the high of the civil war, with barricades of burning tires and charred vehicles cutting the roads, mad-max militiamen hunting down people in the streets with machetes and AK47s, congolese and burundese sol […]
    • Meltdown in kiev
      After the carnage it all came down in less than 24 hours. Friday was the reckoning day. At sunset, as the crowd paraded the dead through the streets, hundreds of masked robocop-youngs surged from the blood-stained pavement of Maidan square and once more climbed the barricades, vowing to fight to the end. Priests mourned and waved their crosses, activists fil […]
    • Sahel’s shifting sands
      A new baby boy is born under a tent in the Tabareybarey refugee camp in northern Niger. The young Tuareg mother lays silent on the delivery bed, still bleeding but in good health: she will soon walk back to her wood and plastic shack in the windblown desert wasteland which is now home to 8,000 destitute people who crossed the border last year, having lost ev […]
    • Burma days
      Travelling to the restive northeastern Shan state is somehow easier these days if you don’t ask for official permits and use alternative ways. I went to Hsipaw by car, then arranged a trip to the Shan mountain villages: a reckless six hours motorbike ride in the backseat (“Mr. Bike” was at the wheel, he’s from the place) up on narrow swirling stony bumping s […]
    • Another carbomb in Damascus
      The mosque in Tadamun was empty, badly damaged by the fighting, and we had to run across the street to avoid the snipers’ fire and reach the blood stained prayer’s hall. Copies of the holy Koran, some riddled with bullets, were scattered on the marble floor. And I was told by a security guy from the local defence unit that the salafi insurgents had set up a […]