A bit 'of photos scattered on the fly ... caught in a moment cut out from the frenetic movement of here. A weekend at 800 km from Macalle ', through Ethiopia.
A place outside world, another country.
a city 'of merchants perched on the mountains, inhabited by an ethnic group who speak Arabic and live in traditional houses. By day, the cries of the hawks above the whitewashed houses and maze of alleys. At night the hyenas roam around, fed by ancient tradition.
The valleys around are a patchwork of green crop chat, edited by colorful Oromo peasants. The chat, which is then carried by hand or on pickup trucks to markets all over Ethiopia, Harar but at every corner men, women, children, goats, chewed incessantly.
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