Warsaw. October 24th, 2007 Morning. The ride out turns into cobblestone roads past urban country railroad tracks, there is rust in driveways; a forbiddingly long railcar hangar scarred with dark...
“People who look at you might think you are crazy” the Dutch policeman says to me in the outdoor plaza of Schipol Airport. Grey morning clouds, wet pavement, umbrellas, deep rain spouts, the drops...
May.2007.Sometimes the destination is unclear, as it was heading up to Sweden to the international Clowns Without Borders meeting. Administrators and artists were gathering from Spain, France,...
I ask him if he was born in La Algaba. Yes Yes. And how was it different back then? Everything was orange groves he tells me as we drive the 6 kilometers into Sevila. He gestures across fields to a...
Mr. YooWho on tour, from the small town of Aatnang (A) to the small town of La Algaba (Es). From the mountains to the plains. bringing humor to the people, in the land of onion shaped church...