A piece of primitive, wild Africa. Men with Kalashnikovs driving herds of cattle along red-dirt paths to the banks of the river. Processions of women walking to the Omo River, returning with huge gourds filled with water balanced on their heads.
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Antonella Monzoni
Somewhere in Russia, Village First of May
Cold wind, mud, ice. The land is covered with silence in "Piervo Maiscki" village (First of May), a remote village in Northern Russia, far thousand kilometers from Moscow.
Armenia was for me a real discover, with its oen wounds and its history, its bittersweet land, its proud, open and vital people. I felt as if Armenia asked me to go back many times, I traveled the whole country, walked around, met people who were willing to share their stories.