NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – DEATH OF A HERO

Now Here: Kathmandu and Varadero, May 13th 2025 On the first day of Life without Pepe Mujica in it, I’m downtown Kathmandu oblivious to the news, wrapped in a Palestinian keffiye

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – NEPALESE CAPSULES: EPISODE II

The Obnoxious Steals the Show You wake up —Nowhere. May 2025 You remember a few things. One of them is not nice. The second gives you hope before giving you a heart attack, and t

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – NEPALESE CAPSULES: EPISODE I

Hello Silence, My Old Friend “Many years ago I had a friend called Jim and I have not come across a saddest North American ever since. I have seen many hopeless. But as sad as Ji

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE XVII

PEANUTS AND BANANAS “Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time when sheaves were gathered”  (Patrick Kavanagh, “Memory of my

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE XVI

VIET AGAIN Hoian, Now Here, April 2025 The Oracle is rolling his crystal blue eyes. It is as mesmerising as contemplating Dostoyevsky dreaming about hope. Then he inhales deeply, s

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE XV

BEFORE SUNSET I HAD A DREAM The relocation is completed. I wake up inside a filthy coconut bowl ploughing through the water thanks to the unreal strength of its master and commande

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE XIV

THE REMAINS OF URI “On the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our bottom.” Michel de Montaigne. If you are eager to experience Game of Thrones in real life try s

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE XII

TO TAKE THE PISS OR NOT TO TAKE IT: A PHYSIOLOGICAL DELIGHT “The novelist Natsume Sōseki counted his morning trips to the toilet a great pleasure, “a physiological delight,”

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE XI

WOULD YOU GET INSIDE THE TRUNK, PLEASE? Trunkonometry I’m still here, perhaps not exactly willingly, but here nonetheless, locked in a tiny nowhere, the one place you would prefe

NOWHERE-NOW HERE, HECTOR CASTELLS TRAVEL JOURNAL – CAPSULE X

QUENTIN JEROME FUCKING BORGES Angelina is crying blue tears. The smoke of a million centuries is flowing through them. She had witnessed everything, except the growth of her baby.