La Casualidad no es tan Casual BY CHANCE?
Chance, Casualidad..we often wonder. . Does chance exist? or is it accidental and a fragment of ones imagination? We can always go to the Philosophers, the indigenous ones with thousands…
Medicine, culture, travel, food, healing, and human stories from my archive. Start with a trail, search for a memory, or move by year.
Roads, meals, clinics, and human encounters.The current inquiry follows one trail through the archive: food culture, metabolic health, Indigenous knowledge, and Suriname.
Chance, Casualidad..we often wonder. . Does chance exist? or is it accidental and a fragment of ones imagination? We can always go to the Philosophers, the indigenous ones with thousands…
Made in America… time for a boycott? No this is not anti American rhetoric coming from South of the Border, but a look into what damage Fruits and Vegetables grown…
Cuba, whatever its political and economic shortcoming, was at least, for Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a moral triumph. It is not Colombia, GGM's birthplace, whose own cachaco military officers plotted to…
Sitting on the steps of Opera Garnier, this afternoon, reading the excellent Biography of Gabo, and feeling elated and hopeful, I thought of Gustav Mahler, the austro hungarian jew who…
Gabo and Magical Realism; Alejo Carpentier and Realidad Maravillosa Currently I am reading an excellent book, Gabriel Garcia Marquez: A Life by Gerald Martin, a labour of love of over…
Medical Anthropology is not about medicine, but about Society. It is a tool in which we can divert the gaze of the academics who focus on rituals and symbolism to…
Medical Anthropology is not about medicine, but about Society. It is a tool in which we can divert the gaze of the academics who focus on rituals and symbolism to…
Written in conjunction with and presented at International meeting of SOLAR in Rio de Janeiro Dr Sudha Yehuda Kovesh S and Dr Ivette Garcia (currently a Cuban diplomat assigned to…
A Day of Healing at a Clinic for Native Americans Barely thirty, JWE, now sits in front of you, a wasted life, his limbs a metaphor for that waste. Bites…