CHINA

Fujian

A East Southern China province. In front of it, stand Taiwan and nationalist China. Marco Polo was ecstasized with the rich ports. The Dutch too. Those who negotiated with the Portuguese were beheaded. The business has been a short one. Gulangyu, the island in front of Xiamen, sees its automobile's traffic forbide, you have to go on foot or get a bicycle, you can hear playing the piano in between the colonial mansions.

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The police controls a man in Muslim clothes. Europe so far. I can't remember if I took the picture because of that. Probably. A colonial helmet?

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Composition with dynamic lines. A favourite.

Now seriously. Manual labour as we can see it in the third world, the human effort for the harsh survival in its harder and violent side, this stinks sometimes. Sad human condition, labour as a mean of subsistence without any condition, man reduced to the state of the half naked beast of burden. In some places, workers get an exterior layer upon the skin that alters the original colour of the skin, I thought it was their skin colour but no, in India, they are the Untouchables, the system's lowest cast condemned to the most terrifying duties that you can imagine, here they are just miners or migrant workers or not, without any defined function.

In Fujian, we crossed places under construction, in a extension with no comparison, in a gigantic scale, the biggest works I've ever seen. Roads, accesses, blocks, neighbourhoods, all done with no heavy machinery, by hand, thousands of workers, men and women, and probably kids, we've taken hours to cross that , at the Chines scale, the journey seemed to have no end. I've called this part hell on earth, it seemed to me that the entire province was under construction. The work was from Pasolini and the world stinking.

quanzhou

In photographic terms, a daring framing.

Some areas of industrial China look like suburbs with no end, zones of building blocks and more buildings in bad state or always in construction or even unfinished that will never be finished.

Modern India is the same, the third world grows e modernises without anything being planned, without any care, aesthetic care, sanitarian care, an anarchy that will destroy itself.

quanzhou

Even though, the cliché that it still exists pieces of paradise, is also a reality. I like the peace and mood that comes from this picture.

quanzhou

Another daring framing, a foreground plane that nearly hides the views and other happenings in the background.

It always happens a lot of things at the same time without any connection between themselves, that's my Caos' Theory.

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The piano in the alleys. The best piano players of China and some of the world.

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The ferry boat to Gulangyu.

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The bus driver had no license, he was caught by the police. We stood in the middle of the street, hanging in the middle of nowhere, miles from any city.

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