[Applause]
the amazement and the wonder were
determinants in changing the course of the
my life
we are in africa in niger in the desert of
ténéré in the heart of the sahara in nothingness
apparent
imagine being barefoot on
vanilla-colored sand under a sky
boundless amazement arose from having
seen in broad daylight
the scene that thee sleep great scholar
nineteenth -century sariano saw at night
long silent rows of camels
they slip into the moonlit night
almost solemn show almost
grandiose these convoys evoke I do not know
what a colossal beast a species of
titanic scoopers animated by a rhythm
slow but decided
relentless implacable irresistible
trust me
it was just like that a caravan composed of
hundreds of dromedaries and some tens
of men in silence almost yes
it dealt with a sacred apparition too
you are facing a similar vision
you would have just enough time to start
amazement to dumb that in front of you
only hundreds of tracks would remain
on the sand
here was the fascination arising from
that vision to change all mine
projects and I started to wish from
that moment to be accepted by
a caravan a salt caravan and me
realized that the only way to
observe the living of the nomads foresaw
to get on the road becoming a nomad
for a while and heading towards theirs
same horizons so I started to
study anthropology and anthropology is
a science is uneasy about its task
is to reassure but of
questioning about man and cultures
other cli for girls the anthropologist who
marked the discipline between the 80s and 90s
he ironically said that the anthropologists
they are street vendors of anomalies
dealers of strangeness merchants of
amazement and therefore looking for
anomalies strangeness stupor but not only
since then I walk with the nomads
literally live with them
fragments of my time
anthropology calls those peoples mobile
which are commonly called nomads and i
Nomads are all shepherds who
of the movement an imperative of living
that breed sheep and goats cows
dromedaries horses are forced to
go looking for water, grass and salt
for their animals
staying still for these peoples is not
compatible with survival
the nomads in fact in the world occupy
ecological niches difficult spaces the
whose vegetable mantle is scarce rarefied
full of dust pebbles sand
thorns on which the nomads succeed in
simply survive without
rebel but by following the severity
of places
traveling from Africa to the steppes
of central asia and often fortune
to run into the nomadic peoples and me
realized that the nomads subtracted from the
rhetoric and the romantic vision that there
he wanted free anarchists and floats
in space without rules they do not move
he did at random in that journey
walk the surface of the world
of casual improvisation there is all of it
uncertain this yes because the risks are
constant rains but safe
the unforeseen accidents of the day
frequent frictions with the world
sedentary on the agenda in
past these peoples have been
perceived by the men of society
sedentary as wild barbarians low
degree of civilization
in reality the lives of the nomads are not
less complex than those of sedentary and
the sometimes harsh character of the
people is proportionate to the hardness of the
to live that is made of displacement yes but
also of waiting for perception and of
I listen to a talent for listening
necessarily developed into a
hostile environment
in fact, the nomads are alert to know
read the nature smell the rain in the
wind catch rustling between the stones and
the thorns that for our ears do not
they would not even be perceptible events
moreover, mobility requires them
lightness of body and material to be
nomads means possessing little the
minimum essential to charge each
time on animals and are thin i
nomads would seem to walk without
weigh as if their body and the
movements were a way of adapting
to the environment to the ground to the earth here
the land for the nomads has never been
land to be cultivated as said eschilo
theirs are a land that they do not know
plows and they are always only been lands on
which to walk imprinting their footsteps
that however ephemeral they were in
able to write a story made of
steps and often poetic orality
now I would like to take you with me at three o’clock
nomadic peoples with whom I have
lived
back to the vision of the caravan of the
salt I told you about at the beginning was
2005 discovered during a trip to
work in niger one night around the
fire that one of the drivers tuareg e
with me he was the son of a chief
caravan through his intercession after nine
months of rigorous training
I welcomed here in the father’s caravan
composed of 300 dromedaries and 30 men
tuareg was waiting for me 1,200 kilometers a
walk in the heart of the sahara between panoramas
of fierce beauty of which the caravan
it was itself involved
in fact, the nomads do not build
landscape
if anything, the Tuareg cross it
by walking they did themselves
landscape was made of a dune thread
sand wind mobile landscape that you
dissolved a few moments after theirs
passage and I began to realize
how much he counted on that path for hours
non-stop the relationship with space
infinite the emptiness of the desert became
of us our pace is
he slipped between his legs under the veil between
fingers and for the truth it is not me yet
clear if we were to enter the
immense space of the desert or if it were
he to move towards us
what is certain is that in the caravan
to loneliness it never appeared
not even in the night to be many ad
being together gave each one strength
to endure all that effort in
half of that essential beauty
in fact, the superfluous between the sands
he has no space and he does not even have it
inside the soul that is undressed and yes
accords to the essentiality of the context
of the tuareg nomads to be able to experience the
tenderness with which at a distance
breathing my moves from underneath
turbans took care of me
offering me a sense of care
so unexpected to be with me
perceived almost like a pierced
tenderness as he said big cakes
twentieth century poet
I learned the silence that of the night is
that of the day the ability to
read it for hours and hours without any
disturbance came to scratch but
we pass to the border of the niger was the
2014 when I decided to follow the
transhumance of some families of
pastors v dub and in the heart of chad and yes
normalize in the spiny forest
raising them tribe borro cows from
high horns at the hira 3 sun rise is
the dusk we followed 8
transhumance I had a horse for i
moments of exhaustion during the walk
more prolonged
I had a baggage bull and a
donkey for the water
the grass was enough for two or three days, then yes
he left again in search of new pastures
and pools of water in this case are
the children were escorting me
in the adventure of knowledge of the
their culture and have been children as much
the big ones lead me along the way of the
ideal material and physical beauty
founding
of their code of behavior
beauty expressed in the dances of the buddhas
de in makeup in jewelry in the
hallucinated expressions of the dancers here
it was from me that I shared the sacred rains
of the summer and the darkest nights that I
have ever seen in which men and
women had the same ease
team full light of that darkness
I felt the fear that beautiful
fear of darkness and how much it can
hide or unveil in those weeks
I experienced the ability to
turn a hunting and a space
of grass in a house in a few moments
I sat on their own mats
crossed by scorpions I drank theirs
the green I participated in the effort
touching the resistance
stubborn against governments that they would like
the nomads away from the wind and the savannahs
to drag them into houses on land and
make them craftsmen or peasants
when in 2017 I landed in Gujarat
in north-western India
another vision disturbed me I was firm in
a service area when I saw something
flickering in the distance gradually that
swarming unravels in a group
immigration consisting of a row of one
ten women dressed as princesses
medieval each in front of a
dromedary overloaded with household goods
lambs and children were the nomads era
bari that walked along the lane of
highway emergency while truck
giants
that touched the slender figures was like
see a vein belonging to another
epoch flowing into the contemporaneity
at that moment I swore to me
same that I would return to look for them
because there was such a screech between
the progress of those women and the crowded
and deafening Indian highway that does not
I could ignore it and in fact a short time
later I found myself following sheep that
invaded roadways to pass the
night on board car road encamped
together with the flocks leaning against the walls of
Fertilizer factory fence
to walk with the camels under the rains
of the monsoon to look for warmth in the fire
in the dark that precedes dawn and
share the disorientation of shepherds
nomads without more land to go
so you will wonder why I do
all this will be the dust that the
paws of the many animals raise fine and
the dust is perennial especially in Africa
that is lazy at dawn but at sunset later
hours of kaluga rises and impregnates each
what softening the forms will be the
magnificent slow caravans when
the crossings in the sands the silence
absolute of that sacred epiphany
they will be the wells to which all the nomads
sooner or later the Jews of
touch the water so rare and coveted
it will be the transgression to the rules of the
silence that water allows will be
gait standing posture e
casual of men accustomed to
walk a lot and pretend not to
feel the fatigue that each of one o
scree
he would like to assail them will be that ability
to see what the eyes of the gods are
sedentary do not see because only who he is
accustomed to the void he sees beyond
it will be that the nomads look for words
polite to sweeten the life that knows
be so merciless that even just one
verb or a softer adjective
they make it feel less hot or pungent it is
that when you are nomadic live the most
part of the time moving and remembering
to design cry wishing
imagine rejoice even just thinking from
still or moving is not the same
what because the movement transforms
impregna informs itself then to deal with it
of nomads today leads to the recovery of the
meaning of the Greek others m ie
to the sense of measurement at equilibrium e
to harmony with the elegance of thinking e
of acting values that obviously do not
always the nomads practice but that
ideally they inspire their lives
and if nomadism has always been one
living on the edge of the possible today is a
survive on the edge of the impossible
crushed by the powerful dynamics of the
sedentary world curbed from the ground is
more and more cultivated governments in
suffering and roads that cut
paths of passage
therefore the will to approach e
follow the nomads for me by need it is
urgently needed for their lives
and this on the other hand holds for many
cultures are turning into one
such speed that soon that way of
living will become something else and I feel the
the duty to tell minimal situations
fragile and remote that without the knowledge of the
more in the most hidden folds of the world
they still walk and resist
here is to tell their lives
I need to live them by doing my own
feet and my eyes instruments of
thanks
[Applause]
[Music]
the amazement and the wonder were
determinants in changing the course of the
my life
we are in africa in niger in the desert of
ténéré in the heart of the sahara in nothingness
apparent
imagine being barefoot on
vanilla-colored sand under a sky
boundless amazement arose from having
seen in broad daylight
the scene that thee sleep great scholar
nineteenth -century sariano saw at night
long silent rows of camels
they slip into the moonlit night
almost solemn show almost
grandiose these convoys evoke I do not know
what a colossal beast a species of
titanic scoopers animated by a rhythm
slow but decided
relentless implacable irresistible
trust me
it was just like that a caravan composed of
hundreds of dromedaries and some tens
of men in silence almost yes
it dealt with a sacred apparition too
you are facing a similar vision
you would have just enough time to start
amazement to dumb that in front of you
only hundreds of tracks would remain
on the sand
here was the fascination arising from
that vision to change all mine
projects and I started to wish from
that moment to be accepted by
a caravan a salt caravan and me
realized that the only way to
observe the living of the nomads foresaw
to get on the road becoming a nomad
for a while and heading towards theirs
same horizons so I started to
study anthropology and anthropology is
a science is uneasy about its task
is to reassure but of
questioning about man and cultures
other cli for girls the anthropologist who
marked the discipline between the 80s and 90s
he ironically said that the anthropologists
they are street vendors of anomalies
dealers of strangeness merchants of
amazement and therefore looking for
anomalies strangeness stupor but not only
since then I walk with the nomads
literally live with them
fragments of my time
anthropology calls those peoples mobile
which are commonly called nomads and i
Nomads are all shepherds who
of the movement an imperative of living
that breed sheep and goats cows
dromedaries horses are forced to
go looking for water, grass and salt
for their animals
staying still for these peoples is not
compatible with survival
the nomads in fact in the world occupy
ecological niches difficult spaces the
whose vegetable mantle is scarce rarefied
full of dust pebbles sand
thorns on which the nomads succeed in
simply survive without
rebel but by following the severity
of places
traveling from Africa to the steppes
of central asia and often fortune
to run into the nomadic peoples and me
realized that the nomads subtracted from the
rhetoric and the romantic vision that there
he wanted free anarchists and floats
in space without rules they do not move
he did at random in that journey
walk the surface of the world
of casual improvisation there is all of it
uncertain this yes because the risks are
constant rains but safe
the unforeseen accidents of the day
frequent frictions with the world
sedentary on the agenda in
past these peoples have been
perceived by the men of society
sedentary as wild barbarians low
degree of civilization
in reality the lives of the nomads are not
less complex than those of sedentary and
the sometimes harsh character of the
people is proportionate to the hardness of the
to live that is made of displacement yes but
also of waiting for perception and of
I listen to a talent for listening
necessarily developed into a
hostile environment
in fact, the nomads are alert to know
read the nature smell the rain in the
wind catch rustling between the stones and
the thorns that for our ears do not
they would not even be perceptible events
moreover, mobility requires them
lightness of body and material to be
nomads means possessing little the
minimum essential to charge each
time on animals and are thin i
nomads would seem to walk without
weigh as if their body and the
movements were a way of adapting
to the environment to the ground to the earth here
the land for the nomads has never been
land to be cultivated as said eschilo
theirs are a land that they do not know
plows and they are always only been lands on
which to walk imprinting their footsteps
that however ephemeral they were in
able to write a story made of
steps and often poetic orality
now I would like to take you with me at three o’clock
nomadic peoples with whom I have
lived
back to the vision of the caravan of the
salt I told you about at the beginning was
2005 discovered during a trip to
work in niger one night around the
fire that one of the drivers tuareg e
with me he was the son of a chief
caravan through his intercession after nine
months of rigorous training
I welcomed here in the father’s caravan
composed of 300 dromedaries and 30 men
tuareg was waiting for me 1,200 kilometers a
walk in the heart of the sahara between panoramas
of fierce beauty of which the caravan
it was itself involved
in fact, the nomads do not build
landscape
if anything, the Tuareg cross it
by walking they did themselves
landscape was made of a dune thread
sand wind mobile landscape that you
dissolved a few moments after theirs
passage and I began to realize
how much he counted on that path for hours
non-stop the relationship with space
infinite the emptiness of the desert became
of us our pace is
he slipped between his legs under the veil between
fingers and for the truth it is not me yet
clear if we were to enter the
immense space of the desert or if it were
he to move towards us
what is certain is that in the caravan
to loneliness it never appeared
not even in the night to be many ad
being together gave each one strength
to endure all that effort in
half of that essential beauty
in fact, the superfluous between the sands
he has no space and he does not even have it
inside the soul that is undressed and yes
accords to the essentiality of the context
of the tuareg nomads to be able to experience the
tenderness with which at a distance
breathing my moves from underneath
turbans took care of me
offering me a sense of care
so unexpected to be with me
perceived almost like a pierced
tenderness as he said big cakes
twentieth century poet
I learned the silence that of the night is
that of the day the ability to
read it for hours and hours without any
disturbance came to scratch but
we pass to the border of the niger was the
2014 when I decided to follow the
transhumance of some families of
pastors v dub and in the heart of chad and yes
normalize in the spiny forest
raising them tribe borro cows from
high horns at the hira 3 sun rise is
the dusk we followed 8
transhumance I had a horse for i
moments of exhaustion during the walk
more prolonged
I had a baggage bull and a
donkey for the water
the grass was enough for two or three days, then yes
he left again in search of new pastures
and pools of water in this case are
the children were escorting me
in the adventure of knowledge of the
their culture and have been children as much
the big ones lead me along the way of the
ideal material and physical beauty
founding
of their code of behavior
beauty expressed in the dances of the buddhas
de in makeup in jewelry in the
hallucinated expressions of the dancers here
it was from me that I shared the sacred rains
of the summer and the darkest nights that I
have ever seen in which men and
women had the same ease
team full light of that darkness
I felt the fear that beautiful
fear of darkness and how much it can
hide or unveil in those weeks
I experienced the ability to
turn a hunting and a space
of grass in a house in a few moments
I sat on their own mats
crossed by scorpions I drank theirs
the green I participated in the effort
touching the resistance
stubborn against governments that they would like
the nomads away from the wind and the savannahs
to drag them into houses on land and
make them craftsmen or peasants
when in 2017 I landed in Gujarat
in north-western India
another vision disturbed me I was firm in
a service area when I saw something
flickering in the distance gradually that
swarming unravels in a group
immigration consisting of a row of one
ten women dressed as princesses
medieval each in front of a
dromedary overloaded with household goods
lambs and children were the nomads era
bari that walked along the lane of
highway emergency while truck
giants
that touched the slender figures was like
see a vein belonging to another
epoch flowing into the contemporaneity
at that moment I swore to me
same that I would return to look for them
because there was such a screech between
the progress of those women and the crowded
and deafening Indian highway that does not
I could ignore it and in fact a short time
later I found myself following sheep that
invaded roadways to pass the
night on board car road encamped
together with the flocks leaning against the walls of
Fertilizer factory fence
to walk with the camels under the rains
of the monsoon to look for warmth in the fire
in the dark that precedes dawn and
share the disorientation of shepherds
nomads without more land to go
so you will wonder why I do
all this will be the dust that the
paws of the many animals raise fine and
the dust is perennial especially in Africa
that is lazy at dawn but at sunset later
hours of kaluga rises and impregnates each
what softening the forms will be the
magnificent slow caravans when
the crossings in the sands the silence
absolute of that sacred epiphany
they will be the wells to which all the nomads
sooner or later the Jews of
touch the water so rare and coveted
it will be the transgression to the rules of the
silence that water allows will be
gait standing posture e
casual of men accustomed to
walk a lot and pretend not to
feel the fatigue that each of one o
scree
he would like to assail them will be that ability
to see what the eyes of the gods are
sedentary do not see because only who he is
accustomed to the void he sees beyond
it will be that the nomads look for words
polite to sweeten the life that knows
be so merciless that even just one
verb or a softer adjective
they make it feel less hot or pungent it is
that when you are nomadic live the most
part of the time moving and remembering
to design cry wishing
imagine rejoice even just thinking from
still or moving is not the same
what because the movement transforms
impregna informs itself then to deal with it
of nomads today leads to the recovery of the
meaning of the Greek others m ie
to the sense of measurement at equilibrium e
to harmony with the elegance of thinking e
of acting values that obviously do not
always the nomads practice but that
ideally they inspire their lives
and if nomadism has always been one
living on the edge of the possible today is a
survive on the edge of the impossible
crushed by the powerful dynamics of the
sedentary world curbed from the ground is
more and more cultivated governments in
suffering and roads that cut
paths of passage
therefore the will to approach e
follow the nomads for me by need it is
urgently needed for their lives
and this on the other hand holds for many
cultures are turning into one
such speed that soon that way of
living will become something else and I feel the
the duty to tell minimal situations
fragile and remote that without the knowledge of the
more in the most hidden folds of the world
they still walk and resist
here is to tell their lives
I need to live them by doing my own
feet and my eyes instruments of
thanks
[Applause]
[Music]
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