As war and conflict around the globe forces record numbers of refugees to flee their homes in search of safety, the sheer number of people displaced by circumstances beyond their control can be difficult to comprehend. They have become the faceless, forgotten people, who’s individual stories have been lost in one of the worst humanitarian disasters in living memory.
Spirit of New York
New York City is not subtle. It’s not demure, it not shy and it’s certainly not quiet. It’s big, it’s bold and it’s in-your-face brash. It’s a city that wants to grab hold of you the moment you arrive and never let you go. That is the spirit of New York.
Calles de Havana
In Havana, life is lived on the streets, not within the crumbling buildings that line them. Socially and economically cut off from the rest of the world, the people have forged their own way. Everyday, on every street corner and open space, they will gather, in large, animated groups, to share their time with each other in the only way they know how, the Cuban way.
After the Boats Return
The day starts early in the coastal village of Elmina. Already a hive of activity, before the sun has made its above the horizon, it is only after the fishing boats return that true chaos begin. Boats jostle for space, as their captains wait impatiently to unload their cargo of fish. Traders argue over the price and quality of the catch. Within a few short hours, the fish are already being sold in the vast street markets of Ghana’s capital, Accra, and beyond.
Fears of the Innocent
They had their fears, the families of workers assigned to the Soviet-era nuclear power plant of Chernobyl. But they were told it was safe, nothing could go wrong. At 1.23am, on 26 April 1986, the fears of those innocents became a terrifying reality, as an explosion in reactor number four resulted in nuclear fires which would leave thousands of square kilometres uninhabitable for 50,000 years.
A Walk on the South Bank
There is something special about the south bank of the river Thames, where some of the very best in London culture, history, style and art can be found within a single 4km stretch, from Westminster Bridge to Tower Bridge.
We are all products of our heritage, so much of our present day selves derived from our historical past. Despite my distinctly European upbringing, my own origins can be traced to the Chinese city of Meixian, and the childhood home my Grandfather left behind, as he journeyed ever more westward over the course of his long life.