In the ring she was a hurricane: technique, aggression, relentless pressure. Outside it, a woman able to inhabit opposing worlds without ever giving up who she was. Four years to find out
In the south of Madagascar, where the earth hides precious gems, I encountered a world of contrasts: beauty and exploitation, extracted wealth and lived poverty, stubborn humanity.
Early morning in Isaan: 13 degrees bite into the skin. An invitation to breakfast, road dust and the Mekong. Between broken languages and BeerLao, I realise that every world is enough unto itself.
Cluster bombs suspended like an artificial sky. Below, prosthetic limbs and silence. At the COPE centre in Vientiane, war is not memory: it is ground, present time, and a question that never finds an end.