Until a few centuries ago, Venice had only a few bridges, and its people moved around in rowing boats, as many of them still do today. Manoeuvering a boat in the narrow canals of the city or on the shallow waters of the surrounding Venetian lagoon is definitely not easy, and you really have to look at where the boat is going if you don’t want to bump into a wall or god forbid, into an expensive gondola.
1st of May, 2012: Communist militants march in Tel Aviv to mark the day of workers. In a country originally founded by socialists such as Israel, May Day is still an important celebration, with large demonstrations that see Jews and Palestinians march together in the name of workers’ solidarity.
In the only city in the world without cars, boats are the main mean of transportation. Since the early hours of the morning, the waters of Venice’s lagoon are crisscrossed by thousands of boats of all kinds: there are the famous gondole, the noisy tope used for transport, the elegant vaporetti, the oar-powered sandoli, and the sailing boats known as vela al terzo, a navigation system that is typical of the northern Adriatic sea.
Its olive trees ravaged by the Xylella pandemic and its fields parched by drought, Salento is literally a tinderbox. Small fires break out all the time, and where once you would have seen crowds of people working frantically to save their family’s trees, today you see absolutely nothing, as trunks that stood for centuries burn and crumble into ashes, and nobody cares.
More than ten months into the Coronavirus pandemic, social distancing is still a central element of our response to this natural event. But while last spring this fundamentally unnatural measure was mostly described as a form of “caring” for others in difficult times, the language has somewhat shifted over time, and is increasingly based on guilt and sometimes even on playing on the population’s worst instincts.