A zoo of the past, where to be locked up in cages were not animals but people in the flesh.
Bang, boom, pew! Pew, pew…boom!
Watch out, grenade! Enemy sighted in the distance!
Exhumed from the Priscilla catacombs, the relics of an Empress of the Orient still lie intact inside this abandoned villa.
Swimming in mud, in the past of Battaglia, dried up, reclaimed, renamed and then abandoned.
As if there had just been a mass exodus of prisoners, I suddenly come catapulted and thrown behind bars, deeper and deeper into the meanders of the prison.
Sighs and whispers touch our ears. Soft and icy winds lean gently and at the same time vigorously on the neck, as if they were a knife sinking in butter.
A sacred forest wrapped in the mystery and legends of the Khasi population. A magical forest that envelops, swallows and hides from the eyes of ordinary tourists.
Wandering around Guwahati, and walking along the shore of one of the largest rivers in Asia, to my surprise I happen near a temple that at first sight seems very special and completely non-touristy.
After being attacked by a great uneasiness due to my first contact with India, I decide to stop at an OYO hotel in the Chhasttisgarh capital.
When darkness comes over the capital of Nepal, Kathmandu, I start exploring the latter through alleys and narrow streets and then come to the epicenter of where the earthquake started years ago.