PELLING ZERØ

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June 2011, a bit before midnight, its raining like crazy here. I am in Pelling, a little village in the Est of the Himalayan range, at the bottom of the Kanchenjunga, the 3rd highest mountain in the world. Continuer la lecture de PELLING ZERØ

JAMIA MASJID

Kashmir, Indian himalaya, one morning eagles are turning high in the sky over the Jamia Masjid mosque of Srinagar. The city is tense. The day before the police (mostly hindu) arrest 2 muslim leader in town. Undreds of Muslims are protesting in front of the mosque. I am visiting the city inside a rickshaw. The plan is to visit the mosque itself. We arrive at the front, crowded. But something happen. Still in the rickshaw I can see the mass of people suddently moving backward behind the corner of the mosque only to come back running pavement in the hand. Big squared stones are flying. The crowd is throwing rocks in one direction and as I cannot see from my position I put my head outside of the  3 wheeled car. On the other side, in forming a line, policemen are moving forward. Helmets, wooden sticks and wooden shelds in harms. There is gonna be a terrible confrontation between the two parties. A stone fly just over our heads, my driver freak out and in a minute the rickshaw is driving like crazy to put us out of this wasp nest. We decide to go around the mosque and take a different view. There is a river and few bridges, we climb in one of them only to discover undreds of eagle are also from the party. Crazy day
Kashmir, Indian Himalaya, this morning eagles are turning high in the sky over the Jamia Masjid mosque of Srinagar. On the background the fort can be seen. The city is tense. The day before, the police (mostly Hindus) arrested 2 Muslim leaders in town. Hundreds of Muslims are protesting in front of the mosque. Meanwhile I am visiting the city inside a rickshaw. The plan is to go inside the mosque itself. We arrive at the front, crowded. But something happen. Still in the rickshaw I can see the mass of people suddenly moving backward behind the corner of the mosque, only to come back running, pavement in hands. Big squared stones are flying. The crowd is throwing rocks in one direction and as I cannot see from my position I put my head outside of the 3 wheeled car. On the other side, in forming line, policemen are moving forward. Helmets, wooden sticks and wooden shields in harms. There will be for sure a terrible confrontation between the two parties. A stone flies just over our heads, my driver freaks out and in a minute the rickshaw is driving like crazy to put us out of this wasp nest. We decide to go around the mosque and take a different view. There is a river and few bridges, we climb in one of them only to discover that hundreds of eagles are also from the party. Crazy day

ORPHAN EYES

In the extreme west of India, at the real end of it, close to the Pakistan border, somewhere in Rajasthan, in the middle of the Thar desert, a city pops out off the ground. A golden city, as shinny as the sun itself. It's the marvelous city of Jaisalmer. Not a single city in the world look like this jewel of the desert. The yellowish street are carved in sandstone and many of the houses and temples are finely sculptured. Over my head in one of those golden streets there is an orphanage, and from its window a little kid is looking at me
In the extreme west of India, at the real end of it, close to the Pakistan border, somewhere in Rajasthan, in the middle of the Thar desert, a city pops out off the ground. A golden city, as shinny as the sun itself. It’s the marvelous city of Jaisalmer. Not a single city in the world look like this jewel of the desert. The yellowish street are carved in sandstone and many of the houses and temples are finely sculptured. Over my head in one of those golden streets there is an orphanage, and from its window a little kid is looking at me.