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“Clandestine geographies”: an unmistakable poetics, a rigorous composition, a sign as precise as it is unequivocal. These three characteristics make Monika Bulaj’s images an absolute cameo in the often confusing and contradictory world of contemporary photography. The work on the sacred, on religious minorities, on pilgrims, on the besieged free zones, created by the Polish photographer who moved to Trieste years ago, is comparable in narrative strength to Sebastiao Salgado’s great reportages on Brazilian miners and the devastating conditions in which they live and must work forcibly. But Monika Bulaj does not exhibit the wounds and scars of the bodies. Instead, she looks at the soul and performs small, big miracles with the lens of her camera. She manages, in these devastated and indifferent times, to make people think; she opens the mind of those who look at her photographs to the cultural complexity of this world, she offers, risking firsthand, a testimony on the lives of many who live next to us but of whom we know nothing, not even the title. Monika Bulaj doesn’t shout, she doesn’t impose anything with her images. She acts with tenderness. She doesn’t throw discomfort in our faces; she doesn’t exhibit pain and violence. She softly invites us to look, think and understand. Then everyone will decide whether to listen to the message that the photographer has been sending us periodically for more than thirty years. Claudio Ern\u00e9, Il Piccolo<\/em><\/p>\n

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“Clandestine geographies” it is a photography of decipherment, which disconnects the collection of images and reconnects it according to relationships that make more sense than those of cause-effect and proximity-scenario of classic photojournalism.
\nMonika’s photographs, Father Enzo Bianchi wrote about her, take us back to the biblical commandment of memory. Whatever happens, they are necessary photographs. It is one of the most political missions we have left to accomplish. Michele Smargiassi. La Repubblica<\/em><\/p>\n

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“Sacred Crossroads<\/em> is a truly unique undertaking. Somewhere on the borderline. At the crossroads, where in one direction there would be the theatre, in the other a performative storytelling or conference, in the third a photographic exhibition, in the fourth a concert, in the fifth an encounter with History and stories.<\/p>\n

Bu\u0142aj’s photographic works are emotional micro-narratives. As beautiful as the works of the Dutch masters of the “Golden Age”. At the same time sensual and ethereal. Trying to capture the subtlest things, that it is man in contact with the sacred. At the same time, Bu\u0142aj does not comment so much on the photographs in progress, as she takes us into a journey through religions and exotic countries, through these “non-obvious places” and “places-bridges”, monasteries, villages and tribes. Her observations can be funny, sentimental, witty, original, and beautiful, as well as touching, intriguing, profound, and meaningful. All this hypnotizes and intoxicates. She puts you in a trance. In her photos Bulaj is most of the time close, surprisingly close to people, as if she were an emissary of that other dimension that looks at them, towards which their requests and hopes are directed. It is a real challenge, which she undertakes again and again despite the many dangers, damaged equipment, exotic diseases lurking everywhere, waiting for many hours, many days, in real spy games. Why does she do it? Because “photography is a privilege” – as she explained in the post-show conversation, which turned out to be no less fascinating than the show itself. Bulaj is an example of a fully responsible artist with a very personal sense of mission. She is an artist devoid of cheap pathos and the desire to shock, but she entrusts a huge role to ethical sensitivity and respect for established boundaries. When she says about her characters: “I would give my soul to understand what they are laughing at”, we feel a completely disarming and admirable charge of delicacy and sincerity, which is rarely found today.”<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/i>W\u0119dr\u00f3wki i rozdro\u017ca<\/a>\u201d (Wayfaring and crossroads), Henryk Mazurkiewicz, Wroc\u0142aw, Poland<\/i><\/p>\n

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Bulaj’s show at Camploy Theatre is very powerful, putting the journeys of refugees and migrants in the spotlight. Her images tell us how dangerous beauty is when it is at the service of truth. “That mud under your feet between wars and journeys” by Simone Azzoni. L’Arena.<\/em><\/p>\n

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If courage means becoming hunters of horrors and mutilations, moving around with armored vehicles, camouflage and bulletproof vests, perhaps putting other people’s lives at risk (interpreters, drivers, stringers, witnesses), then Monika is not courageous. If, on the other hand, courage means penetrating the most secret places where not even the armed forces dare, moving alone, outside the “pack”, and taking on the risks of one’s mission alone, sharing habits, customs, food and means of transport, and above all if courage means breaking the stereotypes dear to newspaper editors, offering unsettling and alternative visions of the world to those of the perennial bipolar conflict, and going in search of the “last” to collect the voices of those who no one talks about then I can’t find a braver person than MB.<\/p>\n

I traveled with her on the borders of Eastern Europe and on the roads of the Holy Land. I know his works on Saharan and Equatorial Africa, Egypt and the Horn of Africa, the Christians and Muslims of Ethiopia, the Caucasus, Iran and the Balkans, and also his crazy travels in search of woodoo rites in most unsafe spaces in Haiti.<\/p>\n

But it is in Afghanistan – where she has been several times and in all seasons, from the plains at 5000 meters to the most inaccessible mountains – that M B best shows her ability to tell the story of the world. Especially since she does not produce images to accompany other people’s articles, but she writes her own stories directly, taking on the effort of two levels of reading.<\/p>\n

This freelance mother of three children, armed only with a Leica hidden under her burqa, has also undertaken journeys on foot, on horseback or with a yak, on paths beaten only by males, and skilfully balancing mimicry and respect, empathy and boldness , passed Taliban checkpoints to penetrate tribal territories where not even the Red Army or NATO forces dared to show up by land.<\/p>\n

M B has never bothered to certify her courage, but the images of this unpublished, cruel and very tender Afghanistan of hers are amply enough to demonstrate her ability to tiptoe into the most intimate spaces of off-limits environments, normally forbidden to women. It focuses on all this without voyeurism, looking with respect and pity at the bodies of a suffering humanity, exalting their nobility and beauty even in places of horror.<\/p>\n

M B she doesn’t rape places, but she becomes part of them, and perhaps for this reason she reaches places and people often unknown to aggressive reporters. Her ability to gain acceptance can be effectively summarized by the warning that a sheikh in Kabul, after meeting her, publicly launched against anyone who intended to harm her. \u00a0Paolo Rumiz, La Repubblica\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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“Today I\u2019ll be entering Afghanistan” writes, at a certain point, about her book, Monika Bulaj. By now we know pretty well what the verb \u201center\u201d means from her lips. When we get to such words, we have already gone through a part of Tajikistan with her. We have been in the landscape, among the people, in their narratives, within their faith, their destiny.<\/p>\n

A Polish reporter, writer and photographer, Monika Bulaj – who has been living in Italy for years – in her second mother country is considered a young lady somehow endowed with the masterly touch. A master of the gaze, of the way we observe the world. And even of truth, since before getting to know with one\u2019s own eyes, one needs to do that with one\u2019s legs.\u00a0 Monika Bulaj walks over the land she wants to get to know as a first-hand experience. With her hands, with the soles of her feet. She hurts herself. Rather than speak, she listens. She asks no questions. She waits for someone to say something about themeselves. That is why the knowledge, not forced, garnered from her encounters, is necessary, and flows from experience, not compelled by the situation. Mature enough to be narrated.<\/p>\n

When Monika Bulaj is close, she inspires courage, uncomprimisingly, in several countries at the same time. With her narration she grasps both the place and dimension where an encounter occurs. Space and time similar to that spot in Michelangelo\u2019s Creation of Adam<\/em>in the Sistine Chapel<\/em>where between the Maker\u2019s finger and Adam\u2019s index a sparkle of life flows both ways at the very moment of divinity\u2019s and humanity\u2019s birth.\u00a0Nur is utterly a prayer book. Someone would say on life in Afghanistan. And absolutely the same thing when the extreme concentration of man and God is released upon the observer\u2019s concentration.<\/p>\n

Nur is a book on a status that we have lost and on places that we do not know. Beautiful, poetical and thruthful at the same time, narrational- and larger than reality itself. A book that enables us to understand another civilization through the nostalgia that is inside us. In a world of intense emigrations there is no greater aspiration to be reached through an image and a word. In Monika Bulaj that aspiration is fulfilled.<\/p>\n

Jaros\u0142aw Miko\u0142ajewski<\/em><\/p>\n

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Monika Bulaj travelled through places like Herat, Mazar-e-Sharif, Bamiyan, Jalalabad, Faisalabad, Balkha and Kunduz in 2009 and 2010, capturing the Hazara\u2019s daily life. She photographed them against the stark and sometimes terrifying beauty that surrounds them: mountains and forests; bleak landscapes and trash-filled cities. There are women praying in Shia mosques; Hazara men with their beloved birds; the ancient Shia rituals performed during holy days. There is Hazara family life and the sorrow of the refugee camps; the blank, closed faces of the opium-addicted Hazara men near Herat; the ancient ceremonies of the dead. She follows the children at school; the families in shared taxis; the Hazara quarters of Kabul.<\/p>\n

Her work reminds me of the late Eve Arnold, the first woman to join Magnum Photos in 1957, who also travelled alone into challenging territories. Arnold spent years tracing China, then a closed country, in the 1960s, going deep into remote areas by train and bus, solo except for her cameras. Bulaj\u2019s granular depiction of the Hazara is as important as Arnold\u2019s images of the forgotten people in Mongolia.<\/p>\n

Bulaj chronicles the Hazara ancestors, their heroes, but also gets to the heart of their dilemma: they are still frequently targeted by those who wish to destroy the building of democracy in Afghanistan. On 22 April 2018, an Islamic State terrorist blew up a voting registration centre in a western Kabul neighbourhood predominantly occupied by Hazara. About fifty-seven people, including children, were killed and more than a hundred were injured.<\/p>\n

The Hazara are trying to become important forces in local elections and produce new leaders who can develop the practices of democracy and overcome the traditions of ethnic and tribal competition. Through Bulaj\u2019s work, we see the Hazara \u2013 ancient, battered, but strong \u2013 emerging.<\/p>\n

Janine di Giovanni, \u00abGranta Magazine\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

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Monika is an extraordinary explorer of borders, the real borders that still part the so-called globalized world, whose frontiers have been transferred from the outer edge into its heart. Monika is not born out of photography but of the word, and her philology, theatre, writing, pictures show it. Most probably only Monika \u2013 a woman, a woman of word and words \u2013 could wander across such a picturesque country (yes, a country obliged to be such just as war has become picturesque). Only she could listen to its different and subdued languages, always with an emotional map of the countries she has wandered across from insurmountable and invisible borders, slaughtered by brutal and vicious wars. These wars are waged by people against people, men against women, grownups against children, believers against unfaithful, and believers against believers\u2026The Caravaggios and Vermeers appearing here and there are not upsetting at all: they are the pictorial antidote to picturesque, to the fake realism of Wpp photographs. It is Monika\u2019s paradoxical grimace to \u201cstyle\u201d, a kind of warning to those people who see only brush-strokes of light in her photographs. Most probably the work Monika shows us here \u2013 just as the extraordinary work she previously made about the East of Europe \u2013 is the most \u201cpolitical\u201d work on contemporary times I have happened to admire since long.
\nMichele Smargiassi, \u00abLa Repubblica\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

Awarded for the first time to a woman. The prize was given for her work as a photographer, reporter and documentary-maker which sheds lights on humanity living in the most hidden yet most evident boundaries on earth, for showing war through its consequences, for investigating mankind\u2019s soul, our eagerness for religiosity, tenderness and dignity.\u00a0Monika Bulaj makes the invisible visible by exploring people\u2019s soul, by uniting humanity in an image.
\nNational Non Violence Award 2014<\/em><\/p>\n

If \u2018courage\u2019 means chasing after horrors and atrocities while huddled in the belly of armoured vehicles dressed in camouflage suits and bulletproof vests, and perhaps also placing other people in harm\u2019s way (interpreters, drivers, stringers, interviewees) in order to \u2018get the story\u2019, then these images have little to do with courage.
\nBut if \u2018courage\u2019 instead means entering areas which even heavily armed soldiers avoid, if it means traveling on one\u2019s own, far from the \u2018embedded\u2019 troupes, and assuming risks for oneself alone, if it means sharing the customs, food and means of transport of the local population, then MB has courage to burn. A courage which enables her to repudiate the stereotypes so dear to media editing rooms, in order to provide a vision of reality that does not merely reconfirm the eternal conflict between \u2018us and them\u2019, and which thus disorients, and forces us to look at things anew. A courage which prefers to seek out the \u2018very least of men\u2019 and the bottom rung of humanity, in order to record their words, which otherwise would go unheard.
\nI personally have traveled with MB on the frontiers of Eastern Europe and in the streets of the Holy Land, and thus know her way of working firsthand. I also know her work in equatorial and Saharan Africa, Egypt and the Horn of Africa, her reportages on the Christians and Muslims of Ethiopia, on the Caucasus, Iran and the Balkans, and her most recent excursions into the sketchiest areas of Haiti, in order to witness the voudou rites. However, in my view, it is her work in Afghanistan \u2013 a country which she knows extremely well, and where she has traveled in all seasons and regions, from the plains to the most impervious mountain peaks \u2013 which best reveals her ability to capture and present a given reality. A body of work which is doubly admirable, as it does not merely illustrate someone else\u2019s article, but is the visual counterpart to her own texts and narration. And for which she thus assumes full responsibility.
\nThis freelance mother of three, armed only with a Leica concealed under a burqa, has clocked countless miles on foot, or on horseback and yak, traveling roads where no woman is ever seen. Her method consists in carefully mixing and calibrating an assumed persona with respect, empathy with audacity. A method which has proved remarkably effective, and has enabled her to pass through Taleban checkpoints in order to penetrate tribal territories (such as the Valley of the Five Rivers) where not even the Red Army or NATO forces dared enter on the ground.
\nMB has never felt the need to certify her own courage, but these images of an unknown Afghanistan, by turns cruel or incredibly moving and tender, confirm her ability to enter on tiptoes into the most intimate reaches of areas prohibited to outsiders, and especially to women.
\nMB\u2019s gaze is free of any voyeurism. She fixes her lens with respect and compassion upon human beings in a state of suffering, exalting their nobility and beauty even in places where horror predominates. She does not violate these places, but becomes a part of them, which perhaps explains why she so often succeeds in reaching people and places inaccessible or unknown to the professional hunter of \u2018scoops\u2019. Her uncanny talent for finding acceptance can perhaps best be seen in the an appeal to protect her which a sheikh from Kabul issued after meeting her, against whoever wished to do her harm.
\nPaolo Rumiz, \u00abLa Repubblica\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

One of the most respected photographers and documentary makers in the world, Monika Bulaj, polyglot and tireless traveller, has been criss-crossing the roads of Western Europe, Central Asia and the Middle East for years. She journeys in search of faces, people, landscapes, stories and meanings.
\nShe travels, constantly unearthing, discovering, where others would not dare. As Monika Bulaj approaches the wonderful world of Afghanistan there emerges a detachment between the attentive observer and the involvement of anyone sharing the common human condition. Her photos are anything but impartial; they belong to a world that her magic, for a few hours, makes our own.
\nEnzo Bianchi, \u00abLa Stampa\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

In this world of asymmetric conflicts, the only hard borders are those which pull apart visible and invisible. For sure Monika Bulaj\u2019s decision to call \u201cThe Other Afghanistan\u201d the result (on display at Palazzo Ducale in Venice until October 1st) of her two years spent behind her Leica lens in that country \u2013 the most carefully observed and the least seen in geopolitics \u2013 is challenging. There is only one country called Afghanistan, of course, but it is not the one told us by war reports.
\nIn Monika Bulaj\u2019s photographs the war is invisible, and yet is all over the place. It is encysted and endemic in each private and public accomplishment, in each activity of this population who has made of war its mood, something that belongs to that place, a regulating standard of its practices.
\nMonika Bulaj \u2013 Polish by birth, living in Trieste, philologist, in love with theatre even before being in love with photography (and it\u2019s very clear) \u2013 has travelled in different ways all across Afghanistan, from the Iranian to the Chinese borders, visiting the smallest villages, by bus, by taxi, on foot, and even on yak back, as half clandestine, sometimes wearing a burqa, after refusing to be embedded in the armies of the West. She has run the risk of walking in mined fields, and has thus taken advantage of being a woman among other women (accepted where men cannot get in), and guest among men (someone to be taken care of).
\nVisitors are welcome to enjoy looking for some references to classical painting \u2013 from Caravaggio to Rembrandt to Vermeer \u2013 in the pictures by Monica Bulaj. Those who are familiar with her habit of exploring things, and especially with her research along the borders of Eastern Europe, already know that classical shapes are a code to her. Thanks to this code, she is able to overcome the problem of shapes and to get to the core of her research: to discover and to tell the uncountable precarious underworlds, the micro-universes made of cultures, feelings, languages, and religions that will survive until it will be possible amongst the ravines unreached yet by globalization.
\nIn Afghanistan, as elsewhere, Monika Bulaj has been looking for what a wise man once called \u201cthe winners\u2019 unspeakable\u201d, in order to show it to \u201cthe losers\u2019 doubt\u201d.
\n\u201cAfghanistan viewed by Monika Bulaj. Shots from a daily war\u201d, Michele Smargiassi, \u00abLa Repubblica\u00bb<\/em>
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\u00abMonika Bulaj\u2019s\u00a0 journey in the spiritual lands of \u00a0yiddishkeit and in the residual and re-born territories of Chassidism, accomplished over and over again in these times of ours, of atrocious dictatorship, \u00a0of money and global coarseness, is almost a miracle. Her narrative unravels with marvelous and overwhelming human accents, just beyond the borders \u00a0of the conformist skin of ours, lost and arrogant Westerns. After eighty years we find in the pages of \u201cPeople of God\u201d the \u201cjournalistic\u201d pace and the literary passion of the great Joseph Roth of \u201cJuden auf Wandershaft\u201d, the mythical reportage that spoke about the Ostjudentum, living and throbbing in the frame of a heartbreaking and melancholic twilight, just on the border of its extinction.\u00a0 \u2026 As a rhabdomancer, Monika can catch in an image, in a word, the spiritual relentless energy that comes out from the \u201crest\u201d, from the vital density of the few who survived the hurbn, the annihilation of all Jews perpetrated by the Nazis and cowardly accepted by Europe. The ecstatic,\u00a0 laic, and unrelenting\u00a0 fibrillation\u00a0 that one guesses in Bulaj\u2019s \u00a0performances, both shots and words, stems from a powerful energy, the dybbuk of Polish Hebraism made into ashes, which still possesses her.\u00bb
\nMoni Ovadia, excerpts from the introduction to the book “Genti di Dio”<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abIf you suspect that the ancient faith does not lie in the choked squares, the marble cathedrals or the great metropolis, but rather in the periphery, in the forgotten villages on the farthest borders of the empire, then you should visit the work of Monika Bulaj\u201d.\u00bb
\nPaolo Rumiz, \u00abLa Repubblica\u00bb, Rome<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abIn \u201cPeople of God\u201d the importance of the photographic and narrative re-visitation of \u00a0Central and Eastern Europe in search of minor religions is first of all in the skill to\u00a0 communicate with fresh immediacy the tragic aspects of that history\u2026 and in the strength of the sensitive photographer and curious writer who \u00a0finds in small details the true substance of any situation.\u00bb
\nLorenzo Cremonesi, \u00a0\u00abIl Corriere della Sera\u00bb, Milan<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abLes photos de Monika Bulaj ont l\u2019odeur de la terre humide, de l\u2019encens sacr\u00e9, elles transmettent la lueur des cierges, refl\u00e8tent la clart\u00e9 du ciel de la Pannonie. Et aujourdhui Monika s\u2019affirme dans le monde de la photo artistique.\u00bb..
\nGauillame Prebois, \u00abLe Soir\u00bb, Bruxelles<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abThese faces remind us of Andrej Tarkovskij\u2019s movies \u00a0or Caravaggio\u2019s paintings. Young and old men of these regions wear a blanket of light. In their eyes a sparkle of nostalgic desire still glitters, despite the hardness of their lives. These men are looking for something, and they probably acknowledged the photographer as one of them. They are men of desire and knowledge, they keep secrets, they \u00a0sing effusively the joys of life, \u00a0and in their quest to go \u00a0beyond the religious borders they look\u00a0 a bit as \u201cGod\u2019s folly\u201d. Monika Bulaj not only went looking for them, but has also shown them to us. Whoever watches her photographs, will wonder for sure how long this rooted and deep devotion is going to last, and how long these small people of God will live.\u00bb
\nAnnette Krauss, \u00abDonaukurier\u00bb, Munich<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abMonika Bulaj is a \u201clight hunter\u201d. Rather than being\u00a0 interested in the boundaries among different cultures, she is focused on the spaces where what was impossible to blend has actually blended.\u00a0 Hers are simply provocations to those who believe in solid and established\u00a0 truths. She thinks that respect means to work without flash, because she is looking for the light, even when there is only shadow, and the details and\u00a0 outlines\u00a0 are blurred. This is how she creates her images that suggest action\u00a0 and motion.\u00bb
\nChristiane Schlotzer, \u00abSuddeutsche Zeitung\u00bb, Munich<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00abMonika Bulaj\u2019s thirteen travel reports are reflections of the\u00a0 same light\u2026 Yet, \u00a0what strikes us the most, are the expressions and gestures of everyday life, the universality of extraordinary and very unusual traditions at first sight, the richness of humanity shining through landscapes, persons, and tales. What\u2019s more, the reflections of that light keep shining all the time, in spite of the abyss of evil: a photogram, a single word can accomplish the Bible commandment of memory, can re-present what has never passed away because it belongs to the future of the human kind itself.\u00bb
\nFather Enzo Bianchi, \u00abLa Stampa\u00bb, Turin<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abThe book \u201cPeople of God\u201d is an atlas of differences, woven with different tales. The photographic gallery is a story in the story, made of faces, expressions, flashes, landscapes, interiors, that speak of the technical eclecticism\u00a0 of photography and of its research, which aims at offering the visual perception of richness and\u00a0 astonishment that are part of each diversity,\u00a0 especially today, when so many people take into account the ethnic origin along with the cultural and religious differences, and show\u00a0 growing suspects, if not clear\u00a0hostility.\u00bb
\nPietro Spirito, \u00abIl Piccolo\u00bb, Trieste<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abPatience and impatience, a meditative persistence, and sometimes a very paced rhythm.\u00a0 In some of her photographs a sort of indetermination prevails and \u00a0underlies passion and restlessness, for instance when the latter are chosen as reasons\u00a0 to dance and to\u00a0 play. There is nothing still here, nothing nostalgic. Everything is always on the go. Isn\u2019t disappearance a kind of motion as well?\u00bb
\nCarl-Wilhelm Macke, \u00abZur Debatte\u00bb, Munich<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abHer work si an important opportunity to understand that we are not the only Europeans, there are also cultural and religious minorities that for decades the wall that divided east from west until 1989 prevented us from knowing.\u00bb.
\nVittorio Bonanni, \u00abLiberazione\u00bb, Rome<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abThe light, all interior, explodes in a sequence of midnight blue, red or golden yellow. The faces \u2013 aged nuns chanting litanies, young women carrying food to the funeral procession, brides showing a sacred icon in order to be accepted into the community \u2013 express amazement or diffidence. Bulaj\u2019s lens rediscovers the apocalyptic fervour that contaminated north-eastern Poland in the early decades of the last century and transposes it in the wheaten colours and the light that accelerates the race of the ecstatic barefoot women through the ripened grain\u00bb..
\nGeraldina Colotti, \u00abAlias\/Il Manifesto\u00bb, Rome<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abYou, who are so lucky to enjoy and admire these photos let yourselves be carried away by these journeys \u00a0between darkness and\u00a0 light\u00bb.
\nLanfranco Colombo, Galleria Diaframma, Milan<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00abIf justice belonged to this world, \u201cPeople of God\u201d would be a textbook in every school of the world. Thanks to a moving and elegant writing style, and to dozens and dozens of photographs, this book confirms how people of different ethnic origin, nationality, and religion can and do live together.\u00a0\u2026 The faces worn by\u00a0time, endless and without a beginning, caught behind windows that look as if they have never been opened, behind dusty glass panels which, if broken, are never replaced; \u2026. the villages lost in remote and distant regions, almost crystallized by ice and snow\u2026\u00bb\u00bb
\nAlessandro Marrongiu, \u00abLiberal\u00bb, Turin<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00abBulaj combines photography and writings; she blends them in a new form of communication even in her new language, Italian. Strong prose, imaginative, with a fantastic realism. She fills mountains of notebooks with microscopic observations. Inside yet another image\u00bb.
\nPaolo Rumiz, \u00abLa Repubblica\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n

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