About melekbayoudh

A special encounter near the monastery in Voroneṭ, the most interesting and touching of all my travel. A 90-year-old man who still works as a farmer. He admitted that it has been a miracle for him to come back home alive after taking part in the Second World War. All wrinkles emphasizing his hard life disappeared in the vivid light of his eyes. He kept smoking and smiling willing to speak about his family and to ask information about where I come from. At the end of our conversation he wisely expressed his gratitude to life and confessed that he is a happy man.

Since my early childhood I was surrounded by my italian aunt's paintings and the ruins of the Roman Empire in Carthage, the town near Tunis where I used to live before my departure to Italy. I believe that these two features, my two nationalities and my photographic memory pushed me towards a continuous need for discovery and the pleasure of the eye. I dedicated myself to author's photography which let me dream of distant places, different cultures, colours, scents and languages. Then one day, my father put a camera in my hand and since that it became my companion for my travels. Foreign languages and cultures are the two main subjects that characterized my studies from elementary school to university. I always want to grab as much as possible from a culture trying to understand it and learn its positive and negative sides and sometimes adapting to it. Last April I took part as a photographer in a European project in the Romanian Moldova. There I understood that I must do something to turn my passions into my reason of life and study in order to become a visual anthropologist. I speak arabic and studied arabic culture at university. Therefore, I am ready for the travel in Oman.