It’s been over 500 years since the European colonization of Latin America began. I sometimes wonder if anyone back then thought about, what the identity of the Mexican people would become one day. As a half Mexican, I claim that to some extent, being Mexican has and always will be part of my cultural identity. But what do we Mexicans see ourselves as?
Are we the descendants of Spaniards from Europe who conquered over the wild Indigenous people or are we in our hearts the Indigenous people who mixed with some Europeans? From my personal experience, Mexicans feel the latter and are proud of the rich history of the past. But this history is complex and full of civilizations engaged in brutal warfare over centuries and a Mexican people did not exist before the Europeans came. At the same time, calling someone an “indio” (indigenous person) in Mexico is considered a rude insult. How does that work together?
I have no answer to this question. What I have to offer instead is an image gallery that manifests the split cultural identity that lies within the Mexican people. We see groups of ordinary Mexicans, dressed up as indigenous people, dancing in ecstasy to the beat of the drums how they believe their ancestors danced centuries ago. It’s a spirit of going back to their true nature. And where does this scene take place? Every single day in front of the holiest catholic cite in the country, the Basilica of the Virgen de Guadalope.
Enjoy the newest gallery on this site by clicking here or on any of the photographs below.
Two influential men said to me when I was a teenager, that Auschwitz-Birkenau is a place you must have visited once in your lifetime. Neither of them said why.
Two years ago, in late 2010, I finally went to see the remainders of the largest nazi concentration camp of Auschwitz-Birkenau in Poland. The six hour tour on that cloudy day in November shook me deeply. It was both haunting, depressing and very graphic. We were taking to the prisons, execution sites, and even walked into a gas chamber and the crematory. It was only then that for the first time I felt historically and personally attached to what was the industrialization of death and genocide less than 70 years ago.
I came back to Germany and already had the two pictures in mind that I wanted to post on this website. However, as I prepared the article, I just hat to stop because it made me deeply depressed. Now, two years later, I took the curate to go through the pictures, edit and arrange them for this gallery fighting with tears. But why?
Why should every person have seen this place, though you learn about the Holocaust in school, museums, movies and so forth? Because you need to see it for yourself to fully believe and understand it. You need to grasp the magnitude of the cruelty, atrocities and the senseless systematic killing of innocent people. Most of all, you need to see it to remember it, to tell your children and your grand children that Auschwitz is an important part of world history that must never be forgotten or denied.
Showing you this pictures and sharing this thought is the very least tribute I can pay to the victims of this madness made by human beings.
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This photograph shows one of the strangest scenes I have encountered in recent years. However, the picture alone is unable to transmit the bizarreness of the scene because it was the not just the fog, the light and the shadows but the loud music came from these three silhouettes walking down the street in this remote place just before nightfall. The father was moving a scooter with a big battery and a speakerbox, while his wife and child asked for money from people passing by.
Click play to listen to my brief recording and emerge into this strange scene. Where could this be?
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I was sitting at the edge of one of the many cliffs at the Grand Canyon. A mild breeze blew onto my face, cooling my skin from the heat of that saturday in May. We had feared to be surrounded by hoards of other tourists but I we were lucky, as we were all alone heard nothing but the mountain wind.
It all felt so unreal and detached from life as I experienced it day by day. So here we stand as twenty-something year olds with a good fourth of our lives behind us, looking at a spectacular miracle that took over five million years of rivers, rain and ice to create. I had never felt this humbled by nature before.
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Cape Town, Republic of South Africa, September 17th 2010, 8:48am.
Has it ever occured to you, that you went to a particular place to do something special and in the end the most memorable thing turned out to be a completely random event that happened on the way there?
Click here or on the image below to read an article I devoted to Andreas Gursky a true master of photography
I clearly remember the day and the instant I took this picture. I would not have expected that an image like this would come out of a sunday afternoon stroll around the Oktoberfest. Even though it is certainly not a perfect still, I thought I should absolutely publish this image on my website. Later that night, I tried to figure out something interesting to write about as a post but after several attempts, nothing satisfying crossed my mind. I just had to picture but no concept to it…
And so for over one and a half years, this peculiar picture rested on my harddrives together with tens of thousands of other images who have never seen the light of day (or the light of the internet). Until now.
Delicious food! Whoever you are, wherever you are, there is always a distinct joy of savoring a tasty meal or snack. Germans like to say “Das Auge isst mit!”, which means that seeing your dish is part of the experience and hence part of the joy depending on how tasty and/or exquisite you think it looks.
In the near future I will publish a small gallery of pictures with local specialities from around the world, so regard this picture as an appetizer to the eye.