The Pickup Trucks of War During the Libyan Liberation (via oscarraymundo)
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See the winning photographs from the 2012 World Press Photo of the Year awards
For photojournalists it is the creme de la creme—an award they all secretly, or publicly covet. And, invariably, it comes with huge personal risk, because following the news often means placing oneself in harms way. Here are some of the winning pictures, more at the link. (Photos: New York Times/Corbis/Reuters)
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Tuareg rebels in northern Mali claim to be freshly equipped with arms taken from the former stores of Col. Muammar Qaddafi. Adam Nossiter writes: “In life, he delighted in fomenting insurgencies in the African nations to the south. And in death, Col. Muammar el-Qaddafi is doing it all over again.”
Libya’s weapons, on the move. An old and familiar phenomenon, foreseen and predicted by those who follow arms movements and transfers, now documented in Mali. On the NYT. [via cjchivers]
In Tangier, Morocco, when night comes, illegal emigrants (arab. haraga) try to hide in a truck’s underbody to leave Morocco on board a ferry. To be successful, one needs skills and luck due to detailed checks in Morocco and destination ports.
Haraga have no respect in society. No humanitarian aid is available, police beat them savagely, they suffer from illnesses, hunger, and parasites. Rubbish bins are the common source for food.
No support comes from Muslim organizations. Haraga can’t visit mosques because they are perceived as bad Muslims.
Losing touch with Islam, haraga lose part of their identity, which could help them to survive hard times. Living this kind of life leads to drugs and drinking alcohol, which separates them from society even more.
In the forests near Ceuta, the Spanish enclave in Morocco, illegal emigrants live in tents made from plastic and old carpets. They wait for their chance to get a firm grip on barbed wire attached to the 3m high border fence dividing Morocco and Ceuta and take a jump to a fairer life.
by photographer Tomasz Szustek [via dynamicafrica]
Many of the tribes, inevitably, are made up of people looking for love. There is the jia wan zu, the marry-the-bowl tribe. These are young women searching for that most stable of husbands, the one who holds a government job (still known as the iron rice bowl). The shan hun zu, or lightning-marriage tribe, marry fast and sometimes divorce faster. They should not be confused with the yin hun zu, the hidden-marriage tribe. These are women in their 20s who hide the fact that they are married, knowing they will not be hired or promoted if there is even the whiff of the possible need for maternity leave. And if you can only afford a postage stamp of an apartment, you’re probably a member of the wo ju zu, the snail-house tribe.
You can belong to more than one tribe. Most members of the ant tribe also belong to the ben ben zu, the rush-rush tribe, to which, in fact, most urban Chinese belong. All that rushing around can create a lot of pent-up anger, giving rise to the nie nie zu, the crush-crush tribe, so named because they go into supermarkets and take out their frustration by standing in the aisles crushing packets of instant noodles (yes, really).
Many tribal members are also slaves (nu in Mandarin). There are the fang nu (mortgage slaves) and hun nu (marriage slaves, who are also, by definition, mortgage slaves) and all Chinese parents are of course haizi nu (slaves to the only child).
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