Year: 2012

10.11.12

Today will be a day that i will always remember . It is not particularly bright, or sunny, in London though I am told that was in Tokyo. A fine autumn day to part, I guess. I have waited for months, even years for this day to arrive, watching first hand the effects that the terrible “C” imposes upon people’s lives. And if it is true that one in three of us are to go through it at some point, let us try to get ready. Not for the moment of that last breath but for a journey which will take as long as it takes. Every minute of life leading to the time when that final day arrives is precious and will always be cherished by those around us beyond that day. Despite the demands of our busy lives, let’s not forget to live. Ps. Just a line to thank the wonderful doctor who has taken this journey with us who has not only been there for our family but whose generosity makes give drive every weekend to …

Txoria txori, a song from my childhood.

Hegoak ebaki banizkio nerea izango zen, ez zuen aldegingo. Bainan, honela ez zen gehiago txoria izango eta nik… txoria nuen maite. (Mikel Laboa) Photography by Cristina Lanz-Azcarate All images are property of the author/s as specified and all rights are reserved. If you wanted to share any of the information provided, send a link to the website but do not extract /copy the information without prior permission.

Why do some people need revenge…?

There is something odd about autobiographies. I am a bit old fashion when it comes to this as I think that biographies should be written about you, rather than by you. In fact, I think, they should only be written if they are to enlighten the readers, rather that for the sake of a good old moan. People, without much to offer, talk about “their side of the story” or (my favorite) “setting the record straight” as if the course of the world would change if they did not. But lets be honest, there is another type of biography which is undoubtedly the most irritating one: It is the autobiography hidden behind fiction. Purely dishonest and by far the saddest. You know the one. In the movies, it would be announced as ” the names on the story have been changed to protect the identity of the characters” but everyone knows who they are talking about. It embarrasses both protagonists and the writer as it unveils simultaneously the soul of the later and the secrets …

The rest of you life

Do you know how sometimes people talk about the first day of the rest of you life? Well, for me, that day was yesterday. I came to the uk in September 1998 to complete my studies in architecture but all became tangled up. It is a bit long to explain but in essence, as I found out later, I was made to study many more years than I should have. In Europe, or at least in Spain, the legal and planning framework, budgeting, eurocodes and urban planing are weaved in within the years of university, implicitly and explicitly. In the UK, on the other hand, maybe due to the amount of overseas students who come, study and leave, non of it is part of the curriculum. Instead, they have chosen to postpone any exposure to those way beyond the end of your degrees. As such, one completes a first degree, works a year to gain experience, takes a second degree, works for two years and then, one needs to decide whether or not to register. …