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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
    ExPix_The_Time_for_Knives_in_Ethiopi...jpg
  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • The Time for Knives in Ethiopia<br />
<br />
The Dassanech live in southern Ethiopia. Dwelling in isolation along the Omo River, they have retained an ancestral way of life.<br />
They are called the “People from the Delta” in relation to the neighboring Turkana Lake but their world is actually one of desert, dust and acacia trees. Add to this hostile environment the rampant presence of malaria. The Dassanech encompass eight clans. Each possesses magical powers, such as making fire, keeping snakes away or making it rain...<br />
<br />
<br />
The entire lives of the Dassanech revolve around their cattle, their only wealth. It provides meat, milk – which is essential during times of drought – and skins used as clothing and sleeping mats. The number of cows indicates their owner’s social status. Despite their isolation, the Dassanech do not live in peace – their livestock remain under the threat of constant raids by the neighbouring tribes.<br />
<br />
And that is not folklore meant to impress the rare tourists who venture into these areas. Bloody clashes take place regularly, often with the Turkana tribe. Civil war is raging in southern Sudan nearby and Kalashnikovs sell for only $50. One only needs to take a look at the number of men with scars on their torsos, a sign that they have killed an enemy, to understand the ferocity of the fighting. There are hundreds of deaths every year. Kill a man and you will be a hero among the Dassanech.<br />
<br />
To become a man, one must go through the ceremony of the Dime. It takes place every year in June. It is the most important ritual in the lives of young Dassanech. This is the time for circumcision for boys and excision for girls. The time for knives, as the elders say.<br />
<br />
Testimonies about this ceremony are rare and for a good reason: the elders are reluctant to let foreigners attend the Dime. Even the few educated local Dassanech guides who live in the village of Omorate always come up with a good excuse not to go there or pretend to ignore the right places or dates.<br />
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • AIRBNB IN NORTH KOREA<br />
<br />
When I first arrived in North Korea in 2008, my guide told me that in the near future it may be possible for tourists to lodge with a North Korean family during their stay. I had to wait years before this sort of North Korean Airbnb came into existence so I’m thrilled when they finally tell me that I could do it. During my stay, I’ll be a guest at the residence of a local fisherman’s family in the village of Jung Pyong Ri, in Myongchon county, situated in the North Hamgyong province. With white sandy beaches, the remote village doesn’t exist on any map. This beautiful portrayal of rural life provides the North Korean government a flattering image to capitalize on, showing tourists this pillar of the country’s economy. <br />
After 5 trips to North Korea, I’m always a tad suspicious when my guides tell me something is amazing. They regularly oversell events I should attend or places I should visit. In the past, I was brought to a fish farm without fish and a host of abandoned factories. Hopefully, this time will be different and Jung Pyong Yi will live up to its hype. <br />
My journey there gives me a great opportunity to view the countryside, as it requires a several-hour bus ride to reach. The roads on the east coast are very muddy and filled with potholes that workers try their best to fix. I see an electric fence lining the beach as an attempt to stall possible Japanese invasion. <br />
The poverty in these rural villages is palpable. From the comfy seat in my bus, I see old, dilapidated houses with roofs ready to collapse. Only huge murals of the smiling Kim Il Sung bring color to these bleak landscapes. My guide informs me that most tourists do not journey this far into the countryside, and that I may be the first European to ever visit this area. The bus continues on, accelerating every time it passes through a village, aggressively forcing other motorists to make way for the bus. There is a disparaging difference between the attitudes of the
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  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
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  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
  • THE ATOMIC SURFERS FROM FUKUSHIMA<br />
<br />
On march 11 at 2:46 pm 2011, Japan was hit by a 9.0  earthquake magnitude which generated a tsunami on the japanese coasts. Here in Futaba beach, the giant wave has broken the first floor of an hotel.<br />
<br />
18,500 people died , 90% drowned by the tsunami wave . The bodies of 2,561 of these people were not found. Steles are visible along the roads to honor them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5 years later, the scars of the tsunami are still visible like  in Tomioka town . The law now prohibits to live in areas destroyed by the tsunami . Only the industrial or commercial activities are allowed, but the candidates are very few to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The road  fences have been bent by the strenght of the waves. Only the police patrols in the area to monitor the few houses still standing and controlling the curious visitors. In the distance the speakers encourage visitors and workers to consult a doctor in case of persistent headaches .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The tsunami hit the Daaitchi nuclear plant , that can be spotted from Futaba beach . The disaster was rated level 7, the equivalent of Chernobyl. In 5 years, nearly 50 000 people have worked with strong financial incentives to decontaminate the plant and stop the leaks.<br />
<br />
<br />
Radiations sensors indicate the radioactivity level, but in these red zones classified as " difficulty to return zone" by the governement,  there is no one to read. 1 millisievert is the maximum permissible exposure limit during one year for humans..<br />
<br />
<br />
Depending on the degree of contamination in which is their home , residents receive compensation from TEPCO company. In the red zone they receive $ 1,000 per month per person . This creates tension in the population because those who are on the other side of the fence as here in Tomioka , receive nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
In the « orange zone » , residents have the right to visit their home if they want to take care of it, like here in Naraha . This man comes weeding his garden. His wife refuses to come , and he will not bring his childre
    ExPix_THE_ATOMIC_SURFERS_FROM_FUKUSH...jpg
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