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Julian Gallo: Hoxha’s Children


Alex Majoli, Scutari, Albania, 1997. Source:

Tirana, Albania — April 11th 1985


The foremost leader has died.

National mourning. Black flags flutter from the windows along side our national flag. Tears, agony, grief, everywhere one looks.

The television shows nothing but tributes to our fallen comrade.

I sit in the café, sip my coffee, watch the grief stricken faces of my fellow comrades. I look out the window at everyone just standing around, consoling one another, seeking comfort in another’s embrace.

I turn my attention back to the interior, continue to sip my coffee, occasionally watch the old films of our foremost leader when he was young, healthy, strong.

The café is crowded but most people don’t speak, most sit with their own thoughts, grieving, as if a member of their own family has passed. In a lot of ways, one had.

A woman sits by herself at the far end of the café. She isn’t crying or gazing at the television. She simply stirs a spoon in her coffee cup, smokes a cigarette, gazes out the window with no expression. She looks sad but there are no tears. Thin and pale, deep lines  crease the corners of her mouth. I can tell that she must have been very beautiful once but either time or hardship had nearly erased all traces of it. It isn’t until she glances my way that I realize who it is.

I can’t look at her.

If it weren’t for those eyes, I would have never believed it.

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أمجد الصبان: قرباننا

By Youssef Rakha

By Youssef Rakha

لمح مجدي – بالصدفة – إعلانًا كُتب بخط صغير أسفل زاوية في إحدى صفحات جريدة محلية.
ولأنه فضولي، أزاح طبق الطعام جانبًا، دفع مقعده الخشبي إلى الخلف وقام ليبحث عن عدسته المكبرة حتى يتبين تفاصيل الإعلان.
وبعد أن أعاد القراءة مرة وأخرى، شعر للمرة الأولى بأن هناك طريقًا للنجاة. كان الإعلان عن عودة مسابقة “قُرباننا” بعد انقطاع دام عقدًا كاملًا.تم الإعلان عن المسابقة أربع مرات، نُفذَتْ مرة واحدة وألغيت ثلاث مرات، على الرغم  من الإغراءات الكثيرة التي قدمها القائمون على المسابقة لحثّ الناس على الترشح. شروط الترشح أن تكون سليم البنيان، حسن الهيئة، خال من الأمراض. والفائز سوف يحظى بجنازة مهيبة تُذاع مباشرة على قنوات التلفزيون المحلي. وسوف يُقام له تمثال صغير يُوضع في مدخل المدينة.

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Market Intelligence by Rudy Descas

HUNGARY. Budapest. Szechenyi thermal baths. 1997.

Martin Parr, Budapest, Szechenyi thermal baths, 1997. Source:

“So this Senator’s son runs a corporate training development and implementation business—they create slick interactive slideshows, the kind that large corporations force their workers to watch at their desks for a few hours every year, what Human Resources calls mandatory compliance training. And if the workers don’t sit there, watch the slides, and take the little quizzes along the way, the compliance system sends an alert to their boss who’ll be forced to tell them in person, hey, this is mandatory, so, for real, sit down and watch it and take the quizzes or I can’t sign off on your next paycheck. Companies make their workforce do a bunch of these each year, depending on the worker’s role, things like how to avoid fraud, waste, and abuse; how to avoid sexual harassment lawsuits; how to promote diversity in the workplace; how to handle awkward conversations.”

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Julian Gallo: Pieces

Benoit Paillé, from "Rainbow Gatherings". Source:

Benoit Paillé, from “Rainbow Gatherings”. Source:

New York City — The Recent Past

There’s that “something” in the look she is giving you, something in her gaze which tells you that she thinks you’re interesting. You pretend not to notice it, of course, try to maintain your “cool detachment” but you aren’t sure why you’re doing it. You don’t really like to talk about yourself too much but she asked about your writing and writing is, at least to you, essentially the “core” of who you are. How could you not talk about it?

“What do you write? Would I know anything?”

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مصطفى بنفوضيل: تصريح بالممتلكات

Gilles Roudière, from "What Are These Mountains Dreaming About?". Source:

Gilles Roudière, from “What Are These Mountains Dreaming About?”. Source:

مُهداة لنورا نجّاي ومهدي بن عيسى ورياض حرتوف ولكل ضحايا الدكتاتورية.
عندي ٤٧ سنة
أذنان كبيرتان
عينان ضعيفتا البصر
لحية ثلاثة أيام
بداية صلع
معطف دودون برتقالي
طفولة صعبة
بلد متعب
وحلم عنيد.

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