A night view of Panama City from the helipad of the Hard Rock Hotel.A great number of the apartments in the skyscrapers of Panama are dark because they are not occupied. This is the result of a real-estate bubble that most observers agree is fueled by drug money from Colombia and Venezuela, laundered through property in Panama. Panama 2015. Paolo Woods/Gabriele Galimberti @woods_galimberti#panama#panamacity#hardrockcafe#hardrock#party#skyscrapers
Photo by @woods_galimberti@gabrielegalimbertiphoto - From the project THE HEAVENS /// Jersey. A guide with Jersey Walk Adventures leads a group of tourists for a “Moonwalk,” on a patch of seabed that can only be explored at low tide. The British crown dependency of Jersey experiences tides of up to ten meters, some of the world’s most dramatic, exposing kilometers of land that are covered by the ocean the rest of the time. #jersey#tide#walk#moonwalk#lowtide#ocean
From my project FATHERS /// Vevey, Switzerland – Jason Singer (39), Juliette (10) and Lenny (7)Jason was born in Vevey, Switzerland, a very nice, small city on the eastern coast of Lake Geneva. Ever since he was 12, he has loved skateboarding and skiing. Around ten years ago, he opened his first skateboard shop. Now he owns two shops, one in Lausanne and one in Geneva. He loves to go skateboarding with his children and they love that, too. His son, Lenny, also has a passion for climbing and his daughter, Juliette, for hip-hop dance.Every Wednesday, he has his day off from work, and so he spends the whole day with his children. “During the summer, on hot days like today, we love to take our skateboards and ride from home to this canal, then jump into the water to cool off,” he says. #father#fathers#dad#dads#river#playing#fatherhood#padri#padre#vevey#switzerland#skate#lake#river
From my project: G.I. JANE'S OTHER WAR /// /// Regina Vasquez – Born 3/12/1978 - Marine corps. While training for Marine combat, one weekend the Platoon Sergeant gave some ecstasy to two marines. The marines put the ecstasy in the women glasses. In their altered state, Regina and two other women soldiers were raped, and the sexual acts were recorded on a video tape. On the same day the three women were blackmailed and were told that if they reported the facts, the videos would have been shown publicly. Some time later, Regina, whilst still in the military, got pregnant. Despite her needs as a pregnant woman, she received no pre-natal care whatsoever, as well as being constantly harassed sexually by other militaries who knew about her pregnancy state. In an advanced pregnancy state, when she was medically ordered in bed, no one brought her food, and each time she walked out of bed to get food on her own, she was written down by the other militaries on duty. No one cared that she was pregnant. Exposed to high levels of stress, as well as chemicals she was in contact with while carrying out her duty, her pregnancy was severely affected and her son was born with cerebral palsy, a condition which needs important treatments. When she was discharged from the military, the chance for a claim ceased to be valid as a result of the statute of limitations. As a result, the government, who would have been held responsible of these events if the mother had any other job other than being in the military, is not offering any support for her son's treatments. #army#usarmy#war#mst
From my project FIRST JOB - One’s first job is rarely forgotten. It is the beginning of adulthood, a rite of passage and a turning point. For numerous workers, only 30 years ago, the first job was often the only one, as people could remained in the same company for a lifetime, just being gradually promoted or slightly changing ones positions with seniority. In today’s scenario all is temporary, as the dream of a life position has forever vanished. Usually
the first job is the first of a long list that will follow. In the wake of the worst economic crises in modern history, where for many young adults there seemed to be actually no possibility for a first job at all, Gabriele Galimberti explores the world of employment of today’s youth. In the style that has become his trademark, this is a project that will be carried out in all the 5 continents where the global theme does not obscure, but actually heightens the local specificities. Each one of the subjects whose portrait has been taken has an individual story that feeds into a larger narrative on how the world we live in is changing. From China to Germany, from Colombia to the U.S. we get a personal intrduction to tomorrow’s workforce. /// Sharjah, UAE - Waqas Asghai, 23Waqas was born in Pakistan 23 years ago.At the age of 10, he started to ‘work’ with his father, a mechanic, and he continued to ‘work’with him for 8 years. That wasn't actually his first real job, because he never got paid for his work. His father sometimes gave him some mo¬ney, but never a real salary. At the age of 18, he took the advice of a friend who was living in Dubai and decided to moveto the United Arab Emirates, where, together, the two of them opened a garage. He works every day but Friday.He does 4 hours in the morning and 4 hours in the afternoon, with a three-hour break for lunch. His salary isn’t set, but he makes an average of AED 1,700, or about USD 500, per month #firstjob#job#work#dubai
From my project HAPPINESS IS... / Marian, 26 - San Francisco - My parents are writers, my brothers are writers, I am a writer. I’ve been a writer since I was able to spell. One of my first memories was carrying a worn-out journal with me wherever I went. I thought I was Harriet the Spy. I wrote down the descriptions of trees, the houses around me, stories from school and fights with my friends. Over time I’ve written short stories, recipes, news articles, blog posts, poems, songs... Every morning I write 750 words before I start my day. It grounds me. Writing makes me happy. Writing keeps me happy. It’s my therapy, my outlet, it’s how I make sense of the world.
There’s nothing I love more than a brand new journal. Those empty pages are so filled with possibility. Well, almost nothing. As much as I love blank pages, I love finishing a journal and flipping through it and seeing thousands and thousands of my words. A computer doesn’t cut it. I need a concrete journal I can fill. Over the years I’ve finished dozens of notebooks. Notebooks I will never throw out. And one of my all-time favourite things is to travel the world, sit in coffee shops, and write about my surroundings. - #writing#happiness#happy#journal#sanfrancisco@couchsurfing@maschembari
SUGGESTION FOR A GOOD RECIPE. Grandmas always know how to cook - Julia Enaigua, 71 years old – La Paz, Bolivia - Julia was born more than 70 years ago in a little village on the shores of the Titicaca Lake. In her family everybody was, and is still now, a fisherman or a farmer. Indeed, she grew up first playing and then working in the fields, too. When she was 25 she got married and moved to La Paz, the city where her husband came from. Since that moment her job has changed: from a farmer into a seller of vegetables. She has got a small stall in one of the many markets in the city. Every day she wakes up very early, takes a bus to go to the countryside outside the city, buys huge bags of vegetables from the local farmers, goes back to the city by bus and, after arranging her stall for the day, she is at the market until she sells almost all the vegetables. Unfortunately, nobody is waiting for her home now, her husband died a few years ago and her children live in another house. However, it’s a pleasure that every weekend they both gather at her house and she can cook for them and her 5 grandchildren.
Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup)
Time: 1 hour
- 8 big haba (green beans similar to fava beans)
- two tufts Huakataya (Bolivian herb similar to mint)
- 3 ears of white maize - 12 small papa piño (red potatoes)
- 1 red onion
- 200 gr salted fresh cow cheese - oil, salt, chilli powder
Queso Humacha is one of the most popular and traditional dishes in Bolivia. You can easily find it in any restaurant in La Paz and, even more, in the street restaurants near markets.
It is easy to make:
- First of all, boil the ears of white maize and the papa piño (without peeling them) in some water in two separate pots. Cook them for 40 minutes.
- In a casserole, fry half chopped onion with some oil on a low heat. - Peel the haba beans and add them to the onions. - After 10 minutes, add some chopped Huakataya and a pinch of chilli powder. Pour in a glass of hot water. - Check on the cooking point of the beans at times. When you think they are ready, add the cheese
From my project WORKING CLASS HEROES - Do migrants have a past? Do migrants have a future? Or are they forever locked in the images of man on sinking boats, of women, babies in their arms, crawling under barbwire, of families waiting in line, stranded in the shadow of borders we thought had forever vanished? Gabriele Galimberti has tried to see things differently. He has learned that these men and women actually had a job where they come from and dream of being able to work in Europe. So when he set out to photograph a group of migrants eager to reach Switzerland but blocked in the city of Como, in northern Italy,he decided to show them as they would have liked to be shown. Dembo as a baker, Osman as a bus driver, Noreen as a nurse and Jafar as policeman. These are just some of works they are used to do and skilled in. But Dembo, Osman, Noreen, Jafar and many others are now living in lurid tents, camping out in a small park adjacent to the city’s station in squalid conditions. These photos are their CV’s translated in images. Galimberti has borrowed the language of publicity to show what reportage cannot. These photographs are not real. But they should be. - Essa Bah, 16, and Moussa Saidi, 17, professional Football Players from the Ghambia - “We just want to play” I was a student at the National Football Academy of the Ghambia, Moussa played for the club “Wales” in the C-League. It wasn’t easy to get in to the Academy and I miss it very much. But after the death of my father I couldn’t afford to continue my education. Being here is terrible for both of us. We cannot train as often as we should to be able to compete at a professional level. Twice a week is just not enough. But we don’t have a field, not even an own ball. We don’t ask for much, we just want to play football. It opens my heart when I play. I don’t worry anymore and the fear vanishes. #migrants#work#job#migrant#migration#africa#football#soccer#como
Photo by Gabriele Galimberti and Paolo Woods @woods_galimberti - Singapore - Mr. Pauli opens a high-security vault at the Singapore Freeport. One of the most secure places on Earth, the Freeport has biometric recognition, more then 200 cameras, vibration detection technology, Nitrogen fire extinguishers and seven-tonne door.
Mr. Pauli is the General Manager of an art handling company involved in running and setting up Freeport security vaults around the world including in Monaco, Geneva and Luxembourg. #singapore#freeport#vault#security#highsecurity#art
From my project COUCHSURFING - Berglind, 33 – Reykjavik, Iceland - Berglind had no intention of staying home on Saturday night just to wait for me to arrive. She had written me an email arranging to meet in a nightclub instead. I asked how I was supposed to recognize her amid the general chaos and her reply was, "It's easy. I'm all red." She was right. I picked her out the moment I walked in. For Berglind, the color red is a real obsession. She dresses in red from head to toe. Her hair is red and naturally, being an interior architect, she made sure the entire interior of her house was red. Maybe she needs it to contrast the abundance of gray exteriors that dominates her neighborhood but inside, red predominates and envelops. Curtains, sofas, lamps, armchairs and even the objets d’art (a few of which, like the light-up deer, are just a tiny bit kitsch) are red. Even her two cats have reddish fur. The atmosphere of quiet warmth all this red creates clashes with the disturbing noises that come from the guest room, which becomes a laboratory for Berglind’s boyfriend, Hilmir, when she’s not hosting couchsurfers like me. Hilmir is a videogame designer and divides his work between his company office, where I visited him one day, and Berglind’s guest room. From behind the door come the sounds of laser swords clashing, spaceships and interstellar shield impacts, plus artillery fire of all sorts – the usual videogame repertoire, at extremely high volume. The surreal atmosphere created by these noises – which I can guarantee were actually quite funny – is only one of the reasons why I found Berglind and Hilmir such likable and obviously original characters. I spent a lot of time with them and their friends and, one evening at dinner, someone shouted to run outside if we wanted to see the aurora borealis. Run we did, but it was too late. If we'd made it in time, I could have added a new color to my repertoire, but perhaps my stay with Berglind was meant to remain entirely red. #couchsurfing#iceland#reykjavik#travel#traveling#world#sharing#couch#ice#red#redhair#travels
Gola del Burano, Italy. A few kilometers from the town of Cagli (Marche, Italy) there is an enchanting place Gola del Burano, where the water sculpts and squeezes the rock unceasingly, deep natural pools, limestone slides and enchanted loopholes are wrapped in enchanting ferns. Unusual places, made even more fascinating by crystal clear water that allows you to see all the secrets of the palce. You can go through the creek ready to see a nice inhabitant of the river: the White-throated dipper, an aquatic passerine bird. #italy#marche#river#burano#goladelburano#jump#dive#water#waterfall