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Pakistan,
Found moments
Early on February of 2002 I was in the Pakistan city of Peshawar, there I knew about the awful news of Daniel Pearl murder, journalist of the Financial Times newspaper, he had been kidnapped some weeks before in Karachi, I remember what astonishment caused on me to know that the kidnappers had sent a video of his slaughter, and that act produced mixed feelings on me.
I was there from a few days and until that moment I thought that the wolf was not so fierce, I was taking photos in the old district of Peshawar city and I was witness about the general amiability of the people, I remember that I thought how unfair was the image of those foolish fundamentalists that we had about Pakistan people in the West.
The murder of Pearl coincided with the traditional Muslim celebrations of the Eid, thousands of animals were slaughthering those days to the God glory, and I attended to phtotograph one of them, I remember the blood vortex when the head of the cow was being slaughtering, the dismal place, the hashish, and the strong smell to death, I could not avoid to associate in my mind that nasty moment to the terrible situation in similar conditions that surely suffered the unfortunate journalist, for that reason this work will be always linked to his memory.
And... it is true, I saw in Pakistan those women treated like dogs, I saw its parks and public squares decorated with simulated full-size missiles and war tanks, instead of laureate poets, School of Talibans, misery and poverty extreme, forgotten Afghan Refugees, but... also I knew about the sincere hospitality of the people, always around of a friendly coup of tea ... I assume that nothing is truth... but also nothing is lie, my photographs are just my own found moments, moments that I would like to devote to the memory of this disappeared colleague who I never met, to the memory of Daniel Pearl.
Early on February of 2002 I was in the Pakistan city of Peshawar, there I knew about the awful news of Daniel Pearl murder, journalist of the Financial Times newspaper, he had been kidnapped some weeks before in Karachi, I remember what astonishment caused on me to know that the kidnappers had sent a video of his slaughter, and that act produced mixed feelings on me.
I was there from a few days and until that moment I thought that the wolf was not so fierce, I was taking photos in the old district of Peshawar city and I was witness about the general amiability of the people, I remember that I thought how unfair was the image of those foolish fundamentalists that we had about Pakistan people in the West.
The murder of Pearl coincided with the traditional Muslim celebrations of the Eid, thousands of animals were slaughthering those days to the God glory, and I attended to phtotograph one of them, I remember the blood vortex when the head of the cow was being slaughtering, the dismal place, the hashish, and the strong smell to death, I could not avoid to associate in my mind that nasty moment to the terrible situation in similar conditions that surely suffered the unfortunate journalist, for that reason this work will be always linked to his memory.
And... it is true, I saw in Pakistan those women treated like dogs, I saw its parks and public squares decorated with simulated full-size missiles and war tanks, instead of laureate poets, School of Talibans, misery and poverty extreme, forgotten Afghan Refugees, but... also I knew about the sincere hospitality of the people, always around of a friendly coup of tea ... I assume that nothing is truth... but also nothing is lie, my photographs are just my own found moments, moments that I would like to devote to the memory of this disappeared colleague who I never met, to the memory of Daniel Pearl.
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