How to kill Dracula

Garlic at your own risk It has enough garlic to kill Dracula. There should be no reason that pasta aglio e olio couldn’t kill a sinusitis, right? That’s why it was part of my battle plan for the day after I arrived back home, a trip that required two excruciating intercontinental flights. Besides, why else […]

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The Sabarmati Ashram

by Ricky Toledano When not in jail or walking around to unite India, this is where the Great Soul lived, founding the SATYAGRAHA movement, the unwaivering, unshakable commitment to Truth: that which cannot be defeated; that which is invincible. I held back tears when I saw his desk, the place where Gandhi sat, writing and […]

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The picture I didn’t take

Others might have jumped at the chance to capture her. I do not judge them; it’s just that I simply couldn’t.

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Walking the Old City

Gujarat has been at the crossroads of civilizations for longer than memory. Its most iconic city, Ahmedabad, still holds its unique architectural mix of Jainism, Hinduism and Islam. The comparison was inevitable: the old city was much cleaner and more preserved than my beloved Chandni Chowk in Delhi. Then there was the woodwork and the […]

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The Carnival Seamstress

Behind the seams of Rio de Janeiro’s spectacular festival by Soledad Dominguez | translated by Ricky Toledano Monica has not slept at home since January 28. And it is most likely that she will not return to her husband and her youngest son until March 4, the day when the Paraiso do Tuiuti samba school will […]

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Words matter

Although on the team of Words Matter, I decided to look at some numbers. by Ricky Toledano I threw myself on the floor of my house when the machine gunfire started – once – in an instinctive reaction, because I immediately knew from the thunder around me, and the whistling of the bullets through the […]

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No one in the world is illegal

The past can be truly seductive, despite all the evidence to the contrary and the fact that no one has ever returned from it. That is why I have always been suspicious of nostalgia: it always sprouts in the present, no matter when it was sown from the seeds of what people prefer to remember, and never from the dead seeds of what they prefer to forget.

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