The Lockdown Diaries
Our attempt to stay sane in those crazy times
Two friends, one pandemic and the Atlantic Ocean between them
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Galician: 100 words for rain
Students and workers had the day off to reflect on whether an endangered language is worth saving

In India
From tomorrow things will start to open-up in the UK and as we brace ourselves for reintegrating back into society, going back to how it...

The eternal life on the coast of death
I often wonder why Galicia is not as popular as Andalucia, but then I remember that whereas they have Costa del Sol, we have Costa da Morte

How did we get from La la Land to Nomadland
Although the Oscars never really lost their allure, they have certainly gone through some dark years and nearly lost their credibility.

The Law of Vacant Places
In a dark and dingy police station, 1988, East Berlin, Jakob is questioned by a soviet official over the murder of his wife. He stutters...

A poem by Eva Veiga
If I live inside a square Filled with sun Until night draws in. I live and if you somewhere Are dreaming too Of a flashing light that...

How to build a Nation
Nación is hard to define, it is a hybrid creature, it blurs the borders between genres: documentary, political manifesto and arthouse cinema

Mondariz: the Twilight Zone
The good old days have never looked so good, and after Corona ever more so. No wonder the last frontier of travelling is time-travelling.

twilight runner
For the last two weeks I have gone on an insane numbers of runs. Over seven days, I’ve gone six times, and one day I even went twice,...

Nowruz Pirouz
Happy new year! No, I'm not late, it is the spring equinox and in Central Asia this means the beginning of the solar year. It makes sense!

The Hours
It's my week of annual leave and though boredom fatigues me in a world shut down, it’s also sweet when you can sit my newly painted room...

camera obscura
when we love, we make an active effort to translate ourselves, to make ourselves accessible to the other

The Year Of Living Carefully
It's been a year now since this whole madness started. The first lock-down, the new normality, the second wave, the third wave. Travel...

Same Face - Different Place
It’s been two weeks since I’ve moved into the city centre. Nobody, including myself knows quite why. It’s pandemic and the city is closed.














