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Balkan Beats
A warm April nap Walking quietly from Lisbon to Istanbul by Pablo Rubio observing streets and faces
Istanbul. 2004. Suleymaniye cafe. Alex Webb
A bright sun, a breeze from the sea. A sea I
could feel, but not see. Lying on the floor, my mind wanders into a tender nap. The dreams are being confused with the memories “floating like a sailboat”. I no longer find myself on a terrace in Thessaloniki in times of quarantine.
© Magnum photos
Now there is the carnival in Lisbon; the rhythm of the river Tagus accompanies the rhythm of my steps. I calmly observe a frenetic city: Fifty provincial people take out ridiculous selfies filling the screens with their dewlaps, hiding the majestic red bridge that covers the background; marriages with more age than the aforementioned bridge, leaving a hole in the back of their
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