It is 27 October 2017. A year has passed, and the mourning for the passing of His Majesty Rama IX, King Bhumibol Adulyadej, is still being lived.

I have travelled because I have always considered it a fundamental condition of my existence. Il mio luogo personale, a volte condiviso, a volte privato

Why do we read? A mural from La Boca in Buenos Aires suggests 'Reading is the journey of those who cannot take a train'

Paseador de perros are young girls and boys who walk several dogs at the same time, along the streets of Buenos Aires.

Take photos is a gift. It offers a portion of one's time to the subject of our photograph. And who will then watch it.

We leave to know we come back to tell. We set out without fear, wearing the worn-out shoes of those who have been on the road for a while.

In the small town of Hwange, Zimbabwe, the figure of priest and bishop coincide in the person of Bishop Luis Alberto Serrano.

A towpath pulled me into a world still suspended between a fascinating past and an uncertain future: the world of the Moken, the last nomads of the sea.

We met Jorgelina, 65, who from Monday to Friday opens her Comedor Micaela to the poorest families in the barrio La Boca.

Argentinians and their strong spirit of belonging are portrayed in a salute to my father who left Buenos Aires as a child.

The Cartoneros go around the city streets hunting for anything recyclable that becomes food, and survival for them.

The story of Ploy, a little girl who has been a guest for more than a year at the Take Care Kids Shelder in Pattaya, Thailand.