BALOLAS CARVALHO

LISBON, PORTUGAL

In love with life, I've always asked many questions and was never satisfied with easy answers. With skinned knees, typical of someone who enjoys life with body and soul, who grew up traveling in the stories and fantastic worlds of the people with whom I've crossed paths. A fish with a bear’s heart, with a special esteem for nature and for the best in humanity, I've found in journalism a way to bring answers and share stories with the world.

AS IF MY EXISTENCE DIDN’T HAPPEN

In Budapest, you can feel the pressure of a dictatorial, nationalist regime, who tries to alter the past to its own benefit. But there are activists who don’t give up on keeping alive the respect for the victims of the history of a country who seems to have forgotten its legacy. We stayed at a…

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WITHOUT FEAR THERE IS NO POWER

The Miljacka river, crossing the capital of Bosnia-Herzegovina, runs independently of what it witnesses. The low, blurred water, where hundreds of crows bathe, has seen the history of humanity take many turns on its shores. We woke up in Sarajevo. The basement turned improvised accommodation is located in the old part of town. We woke…

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DEAR GRANDCHILDREN

28th September 2067 Dear grandchildren, I am writing you because it’s already late, I don’t know what is awaiting me, or what I have left, and I feel there are things I would like you to know, things I don’t want you to repeat with the inconsequent recklessness of the young age of an imprudent…

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TIMES OF LIGHT ARE COMING

Back in 2012, I remember being in Galicia, with water up to my knees, speaking with someone to whom I wished very well. We were agitating the water with our feet – the waters of the Galician sea are clear and let us see our bodies’ reflection. We argued about the theories of the end…

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WILD HORSES CAN’T BE TAMED

Of all that is past, you were the only fragment of time that deleted me from history. Deleting a message I didn’t like doesn’t mean I forgot I read it, and it doesn’t make me believe it hurts less, either. But I respect it, like I try to respect everything I don’t understand. I grew…

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WHAT IF THERE WERE NO POETS BEING BORN?

This post was originally published in Portuguese on Expedição B. on the 22nd of December 2016 Today I met a 60-something lady who never fell in love. She’s married, has kids, and is one of those people full of light, that hug you just by looking at you. When she was a teenager, her parents arranged her…

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WIND ON MY FACE

This post was originally published in Portuguese on Expedição B. on the 23rd of January 2017 I’ve always had a lot of headaches, since I was a kid. Later came the migraines with everything else that comes with it. At the age of 17, during national exams season of my 2nd year of high school, the characteristics…

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