<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306</id><updated>2012-01-16T03:16:19.734Z</updated><category term='Polos; Gelo'/><category term='sociedade'/><category term='Desenvolvimento'/><category term='Bombaim'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Ted Talks'/><category term='HIV'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='New Blog'/><category term='Identidade'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Educacao'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Sonho'/><category term='Portugueses'/><category term='Governo Portugues'/><category term='Asia'/><category term='Agra'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='Poverty'/><category term='International Organizations'/><category term='Paraíso'/><category term='Development'/><category term='Kathmandu'/><category term='World Changing'/><category term='Cultura'/><category term='espirito portugues'/><category term='Sam da kid'/><category term='Noahkali'/><category term='Religião'/><category term='Macacos'/><category term='ONG'/><category term='NGOs'/><category term='Rootsandshoots'/><category term='Bangladesh'/><category term='Burma'/><category term='The Dhaka Project'/><category term='A vida de pi'/><category term='Pokhara'/><category term='New Features'/><category term='Moncao'/><category term='NASA'/><category term='Dhaka'/><category term='Darjeeling'/><category term='Guerra da independencia do Bangladesh'/><category term='Microcredit'/><category term='Aquecimento Global'/><category term='Geneva Camp'/><title type='text'>PAPER FAHRENHEIT 451</title><subtitle type='html'>PERSPECTIVAS SOBRE DIVERSOS TEMAS: Sociedade Global, Economia, Politica, Ciência e Artes à temperatura a que o papel arde.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-1704551699939717527</id><published>2007-11-05T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:22.870Z</updated><title type='text'>http://theinme.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Ry5q590myOI/AAAAAAAAASU/OB8GHXVa-4E/s1600-h/foto+p+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Ry5q590myOI/AAAAAAAAASU/OB8GHXVa-4E/s400/foto+p+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129154569701869794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to everyone that have been supporters and readers of my blog. As you all know my journey in Bangladesh is over, south asia is more far. Good friends I found and will keep but my life is changing into new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now living in London, searching for a job that can open me doors to other levels of my life. Without any compromise about my past or my future I believe I am in the edge of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that I decided to finish the posting on this blog and start a new one called "the in me". Mainly based in my daily pictures but also in laud thoughts I have here and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://theinme.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye and hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-1704551699939717527?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/1704551699939717527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=1704551699939717527' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1704551699939717527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1704551699939717527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/11/httptheinmeblogspotcom.html' title='http://theinme.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Ry5q590myOI/AAAAAAAAASU/OB8GHXVa-4E/s72-c/foto+p+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-1592144952527885576</id><published>2007-10-14T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:23.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polos; Gelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquecimento Global'/><title type='text'>Anual Sea Ice Minimum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/vision/earth/environment/arctic_minimum.html"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RxHeqDaXL2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uBs0OsG-MVM/s1600-h/190425main_yearly_composite_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RxHeqDaXL2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uBs0OsG-MVM/s400/190425main_yearly_composite_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER&lt;br /&gt;_PHOTO_ID_5121119065348714338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Site da Nasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica uma imagem do polo norte e os minimos anuais de gelo.&lt;br /&gt;Carreguem no link abaixo para verem o site da Nasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/vision/earth/environment/arctic_minimum.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nasa.gov/vision/earth/environment/arctic_minimum.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-1592144952527885576?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/1592144952527885576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=1592144952527885576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1592144952527885576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1592144952527885576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/10/anual-sea-ice-minimum.html' title='Anual Sea Ice Minimum'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RxHeqDaXL2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uBs0OsG-MVM/s72-c/190425main_yearly_composite_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-4011248326404777768</id><published>2007-10-13T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:23.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religião'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paraíso'/><title type='text'>Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RxER8DaXL1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/b1oRzrspQlo/s1600-h/DSCF0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RxER8DaXL1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/b1oRzrspQlo/s400/DSCF0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120893974702665554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokhara, Nepal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a segunda vez que ponho uma imagem do paraíso. A primeira neste blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma das questões que me inquietam. Que me ajudam na minha busca. É uma parte do meu Holly Grail. Quando penso em paraíso penso em branco, em calma, em nitidez, no "ave maria" de Beethoven a passar no meu subconsciente, num espaço de prazer enraizado na plenitude da forma com encaro o que me envolve. No meu paraíso as pessoas valorizam os pequenos detalhes do amor. Assim o amor preenche os espaços vazios liga os momentos, os seres, as coisas numa eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num pequeno parentises... na religião muçulmana o paraíso é verde. Aprendi isto com os meus amigos bangladeshis. Aprendi também que há varios céus, vários níveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado porque falei do meu paraíso. E quando reli senti um egoísmo na forma como falei dele. É parte da minha força e do que sou... e essa busca é parte da minha identidade como pessoa. Será que é bom? Será que é mau? Ainda não sei mas a minha aprendizagem da vida vai se fazendo destas questões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a imagem, ou uma imagem onde senti um pouco da plenitude do que falei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-4011248326404777768?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/4011248326404777768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=4011248326404777768' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4011248326404777768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4011248326404777768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/10/paraso.html' title='Paraíso'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RxER8DaXL1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/b1oRzrspQlo/s72-c/DSCF0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-2176021569510527649</id><published>2007-10-05T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:34:49.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>Free Burma</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Free Burma! Image --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-burma.org" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freeburma.s3.amazonaws.com/free_burma_06.jpg" alt="Free Burma!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Free Burma! Image --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-2176021569510527649?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/2176021569510527649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=2176021569510527649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2176021569510527649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2176021569510527649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-burma.html' title='Free Burma'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-7784029558728461471</id><published>2007-09-26T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:24.272Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NGOs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Poverty II – Lets (re)think about it.</title><content type='html'>What is “poverty”? During my stay in Bangladesh the definition of poverty was a question I had constantly in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the definition of Poverty is important?  Well I believe that, at least, a good understanding of it is important for the definition of who we call “poor people” and how we can contribute to alleviate “poverty”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9BzaXLwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lE9iMnV6T08/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9BzaXLwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lE9iMnV6T08/s400/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114608165510917890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the concept of poverty arisen with the creation of the modern society. Where it arises the responsibility of the government/State towards the citizens, concerning several aspects like health, education and even society integration.&lt;br /&gt;This concept has been globalized specially, after the Second World War, with the decolonization process and with the creation of the global organizations (EX: UN, World Bank, WTO). Creating the sense that poverty is a “world” responsibility. These organizations are the regulators and the higher entities of a world order. Concerning the poverty, all of them have a huge impact but only some take a full responsibility like the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, that nowadays, the definition of poverty is a global definition in a world leaded by economy, markets and interests. Today, when we think about poverty we think… People that live with less then 1 or 2 dollars per day. And we think “Incredible!!!”&lt;br /&gt;But what does this mean? Are they really poor? Maybe not, maybe yes, but that doesn’t really matter. Because the concept, in a global perspective, is an external concept! This means, it categorizes people that match certain economic indicators as being… Poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9CTaXLxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mYLWNmmWUzA/s1600-h/DSC09922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9CTaXLxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mYLWNmmWUzA/s400/DSC09922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114608174100852498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ohhhh… so this means that globalization creates the concept of poverty… So we should just avoid or fight against globalization. &lt;br /&gt;- The reality is that you just can’t avoid it. And because globalization creates the concept of poverty it does not mean that “problems” weren’t there before. Because poverty is a consequence of the creation of wealth. For example when you draw a circle you have a space in the circle, outside the circle and over the border you have drawn. But mainly in and out like rich and poor… and the border is the globalization! Is it confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9DDaXLyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kItxIjIt1RA/s1600-h/DSC09952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9DDaXLyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kItxIjIt1RA/s400/DSC09952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114608186985754402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty and Globalization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creation of the concept of poverty is deeply related to the creation of a globalization that, since the early 90s, takes only the form of markets. This means that the capitalism revolutionizes the world, changing secular social structures, aiming the creation of markets. There is no space for self-sustainable communities, or “closed” countries. This is not bad or good is just a fact that creates “poverty”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new order of the world the creation of the concept of poverty ignores all the different “poverties” that exist. For example: a homeless/beggar, in Dhaka is more or less poor than a man that lives in the countryside that has never seen money in his life? The answer is a cultural answer, in Bangladesh it depends on their social network. So it is not an economic answer that sees them as the same, “poor man”.&lt;br /&gt;So, the consequences are that when the UN or other development organizations fund NGOs in a country like Bangladesh, they are creating changes in the structures with:&lt;br /&gt;a. NGOs that create the concept of poverty – as populations realize they are poor. &lt;br /&gt;b. NGOs are being agents of the creation of markets introducing money as an intermediate (Ex: Micro credit)&lt;br /&gt;c. The local communities social structures change. &lt;br /&gt;d. Creates a middle class in the communities – People that own and work at the NGOs&lt;br /&gt;e. The NGOs usually reproduce a perspective of development of the “center” and ignore the local community specificities. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, NGOs substitute the local government as representants of the local populations. They also develop programs in several areas like education, sanitation, women empowerment or health considering the Millennium Development Goals. These programs usually show a light but also a unidirectional way towards a standardized world designed in the offices in Geneva or New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9DzaXLzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NL3Jy3Sv_9c/s1600-h/DSC09723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9DzaXLzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NL3Jy3Sv_9c/s400/DSC09723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114608199870656306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do and conclusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to generalize but I believe there is a need to reeunderstand the NGOs role in development and that can only be done with a closest link to academic Universities around the world and NGOs that can help rethinking the concept of development and poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9ETaXL0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/OhD3OIJInfk/s1600-h/DSC09689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9ETaXL0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/OhD3OIJInfk/s400/DSC09689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114608208460590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, global poverty is a big word to represent a multiplicity of real situations of exclusion, lack of social integration, dependency, hunger etc. The economic indicators can be misguiding or erroneous conducting to a standardized approach of the world poverty, but they are enforcers of the creation of global markets and the continuation of dependencies towards global centers. On the other hand their non existence create countries or regions “excluded” from the Globalized world, that means that there will be no foreign Investment in the future, cycles of economic depression and probably political tensions and great places for weapon sellers to enforce their power. Being the armament industry one of the axes of global economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-7784029558728461471?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/7784029558728461471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=7784029558728461471' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/7784029558728461471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/7784029558728461471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/poverty-ii-lets-rethink-about-it.html' title='Poverty II – Lets (re)think about it.'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rvq9BzaXLwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lE9iMnV6T08/s72-c/DSC00243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-9175733817509816797</id><published>2007-09-26T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:34:52.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burma Blogs and spots. A World of freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buddhistchannel.tv/picture/upload/myanmar-riot.jpg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burma Blogs of angles and views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtmblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mtmblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burmadigest.info/"&gt;http://www.burmadigest.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ethnicvoices.civiblog.org/"&gt;http://ethnicvoices.civiblog.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freesuukyi.org/blog/"&gt;http://www.freesuukyi.org/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jewelsnthejungle.blogspot.com/2007/09/burma-standing-up-with-felonious-monks.html"&gt;http://jewelsnthejungle.blogspot.com/2007/09/burma-standing-up-with-felonious-monks.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/node/6425"&gt;http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/node/6425&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rfaunplugged.wordpress.com/2007/09/26/burma-gunshot-wounds-shooting-police/"&gt;http://rfaunplugged.wordpress.com/2007/09/26/burma-gunshot-wounds-shooting-police/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-9175733817509816797?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/9175733817509816797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=9175733817509816797' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/9175733817509816797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/9175733817509816797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/burma-blogs-and-spots-world-of-freedom.html' title='Burma Blogs and spots. A World of freedom?'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-9028969498346662861</id><published>2007-09-26T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:07:48.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And Gods may be with the Burmese Monks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7014570.stm"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 222px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/asia_pac_enl_1190808522/img/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem  de hoje na BBC News de monges Budistas Birmaneses que enquanto protestam são protegidos por um cordão humano de civis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7014570.stm"&gt;See more:&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7014570.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-9028969498346662861?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/9028969498346662861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=9028969498346662861' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/9028969498346662861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/9028969498346662861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-gods-may-be-with-burmese-monks.html' title='And Gods may be with the Burmese Monks!!!'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-8693713769826587927</id><published>2007-09-22T19:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:25.319Z</updated><title type='text'>Global Cities - City Tellers 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/default.shtm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 676px; height: 59px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvViaTaXLqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5TQiVmWIWBU/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113101155976031906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/default.shtm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvViajaXLsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iTHyNAOeMI8/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113101160270999234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi uma exposição na Tate que falava sobre as Super Cidades que existem hoje por todo o mundo e especialmente no mundo em desenvolvimento. É avassalador pensarmos que, hoje, 50% da população mundial vive em cidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de partilha um filme de Francesco Jodice sobre a cidade de São Paulo. Fala um pouco sobre o que é viver nesta cidade. É absolutamente BRUTAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/diversity.shtm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvVlyzaXLuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bdwXjpdnRAw/s400/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113104875417710306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/diversity.shtm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvVlyzaXLvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fij0VWtux1s/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113104875417710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/diversity.shtm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvViazaXLtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/A3OlRPiKxXg/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113101164565966546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="credit rightside"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Francesco Jodice&lt;/strong&gt; 1967&lt;br /&gt;Born and works Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São Paulo - Citytellers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2006&lt;br /&gt;Video&lt;br /&gt;Running time: 48 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber mais sobre a exposição vão a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/default.shtm"&gt;http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/globalcities/default.shtm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-8693713769826587927?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/8693713769826587927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=8693713769826587927' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/8693713769826587927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/8693713769826587927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/global-cities-city-tellers-2006.html' title='Global Cities - City Tellers 2006'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvViaTaXLqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5TQiVmWIWBU/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-7122277718534933319</id><published>2007-09-21T23:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:45:10.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dhaka Project Parte II - O video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Tn7Jf98ZPqA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Tn7Jf98ZPqA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dizer mais para quê?&lt;br /&gt;O fantástico projecto gerido pela Maria. Parabéns Maria e continua!&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber mais sobre o projecto vejam o link para o Dhaka Project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-7122277718534933319?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/7122277718534933319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=7122277718534933319' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/7122277718534933319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/7122277718534933319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/dhaka-project-parte-ii-o-video.html' title='The Dhaka Project Parte II - O video'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-3487379962658134129</id><published>2007-09-21T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:26:30.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dhaka Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ted Talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Changing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Features'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Blog'/><title type='text'>News 451 - Report do Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Novidades para o Blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt; ideia é tornar um espaço um pouco mais aberto em termos de ideias e de referências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos tempos tenho-me focado na minha experiencia no Bangladesh, mas quero passar calmamente para a abordagem de temas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso vou passar a comentar algumas das conferências da TED TALKS, podem já ver algumas, no lado direito do ecrã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também do lado direito do ecrãn, o video do Dhaka Project, da Maria, Links para quem quiser fazer uma experiencia semelhante e noticias actualizadas pelo "World Changing" onde temas da sociedade global são colocados por experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar esta fase intensamente ligada ao Bangladesh vou fazer alguns Posts sobre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A minha experiencia profissional no BD - ICT4D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. O Microcrédito, o que é?.. e a minha experiência. Será um elemento fundamental de desenvolvimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. O que é o desenvolvimento afinal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nova ordem internacional - a minha perspectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. E agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percam os proximos posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-3487379962658134129?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/3487379962658134129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=3487379962658134129' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/3487379962658134129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/3487379962658134129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/news-451-report-do-blog.html' title='News 451 - Report do Blog'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-4833785049064089655</id><published>2007-09-21T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:25.978Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Bangladesh - Short Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvQOgjaXLnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f3QmWIcR33k/s1600-h/Img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvQOgjaXLnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f3QmWIcR33k/s400/Img016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112727429396770418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o tempo que estive no Bangladesh fui ver duas vezes filmes Banglas. Filmes puros e duros saidos das entranhas de caricaturas da sociedade bangladeshi. Como devem estar a pensar o meu Bangla não é bom o suficiente para perceber 10% do que diziam mas as historias eram extremamente iconográficas e fáceis de compreender.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro filme vi no que os Bangladeshis dizem ser o maior shopping mall do sul da Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que eu já tinha visto isto? CC Colombo na peninsula Ibérica?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvQOgjaXLnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f3QmWIcR33k/s1600-h/Img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme, "missed call" era simplesmente sobre uma rapariga jovem, com muitas amigas, que se apaixona por um rapaz e contraria a cultura dos casamentos planeados pela familia. A paixão é forte mas por um rapaz que ela nunca viu mas fala no computador, sms e telemovel. Ao mesmo tempo a familia dela arranja-lhe um noivo que acaba por casar com ela. Mais tarde ela descobre que esse rapaz é a sua paixão desconhecida. Feliz após o casamento vai viver com os pais do marido, como é tradição. E assim acaba a historia feliz de uma rapariga no Bangladesh. (no end kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda história era mais complexa. Era sobre uma desgraça social e familias curruptas e ricas no Bangladesh. Esses "maus" estão associados à policia que oprime e bate vilentamente nas pessoas, invade casas. Bem a historia é um pouco mais complexa mas tinha elementos muito interessantes: muitas lutas que parecem filmes do Bruce Lee com aqueles movimentos rápidos e algum sangue é mistura e uma crueldade demoníaca dos "maus", o heroi da história é uma heroína que luta como um homem, prisões. Nestas histórias as mulheres dançam à chuva o que é a parte mais erótica do filme. E as heroinas e amigas são sempre muito bonitas e estão sempre acompanhadas de muitas amigas que são um elemento que não temos na nossa sociedade. É como se o pensamento dela fossem as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   É muito interessante como análise de uma sociedade. Por um lado é  bastante exposto (viloento e sexual) para um país Muçulmano mas está sempre apinhado de gente (como tudo no BD, heheh).  Mas não há beijo no final, heheh!!! E tem todos os condimentos que fazem um filme fácil de ver e que consegue ser visto por uma audiencia de classes baixas o que que de certa forma vai revolucionando a maneira como a sociedade evolui. É bom notar que mesmo as aldeias mais remotas têm um cinema relativamente perto. E cheio de homens e mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem acho que é uma possibilidade para quem queira fazer um estudo sobre cinema como reflexo da sociedade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-4833785049064089655?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/4833785049064089655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=4833785049064089655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4833785049064089655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4833785049064089655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/bangladesh-short-stories.html' title='Bangladesh - Short Stories'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RvQOgjaXLnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f3QmWIcR33k/s72-c/Img016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-2928953536209426789</id><published>2007-09-19T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:27:53.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>A taste of Dhaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-101704821cbd58dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D101704821cbd58dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890145%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35B970A6AA0310574AD5C4ECF4A7B9DD7818A267.4C6724AD8CFB5C8E01CEFD4EFF87A6EB66C267CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D101704821cbd58dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxpJPj7sE3QtWhGxhRz-XUiukxM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D101704821cbd58dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890145%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35B970A6AA0310574AD5C4ECF4A7B9DD7818A267.4C6724AD8CFB5C8E01CEFD4EFF87A6EB66C267CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D101704821cbd58dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxpJPj7sE3QtWhGxhRz-XUiukxM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-2928953536209426789?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=101704821cbd58dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/2928953536209426789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=2928953536209426789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2928953536209426789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2928953536209426789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/taste-of-dhaka.html' title='A taste of Dhaka'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-2019964135619055298</id><published>2007-09-06T19:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:21:55.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nilphamari, Pallitatha Kendra Center</title><content type='html'>Gostava de partilhar um pequeno momento especial que reflecte o carinho com que fui acolhido no Banlgadesh (a terra do Bangla). Elas queriam cantar, o momento foi unico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70e5bb70fc732ead" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70e5bb70fc732ead%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890145%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D129C1579A169D6AA07B5630FB3AAC955AC948ABD.34FE55D7657E6C40A0EAEC843E44DD5BDF7316C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70e5bb70fc732ead%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoLUnzlqR8ZFCskz0UWOpkfpyjtk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70e5bb70fc732ead%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890145%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D129C1579A169D6AA07B5630FB3AAC955AC948ABD.34FE55D7657E6C40A0EAEC843E44DD5BDF7316C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70e5bb70fc732ead%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoLUnzlqR8ZFCskz0UWOpkfpyjtk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a Salma por me ter mostrado como um centro pode funicionar e a estas crianças que têm um espirito livre, que tenham um futuro que as dignifique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-2019964135619055298?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/2019964135619055298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=2019964135619055298' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2019964135619055298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2019964135619055298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/nilphamari-pallitatha-kendra-center.html' title='Nilphamari, Pallitatha Kendra Center'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-318059709363793126</id><published>2007-09-06T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:32:12.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little text about nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No pequeno mundo em que vivemos, a historia repete os nossos instintos, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a grande história revela o nosso fim e o recomeço do que parece extraordinário e que acontece de forma maravilhosa e deslumbrante. A vida nasce das chamas, lançada para dentro de um caldeirão de Samsara. Parece a perpetuação do que não conseguimos atingir ou compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns chamam-lhe Deus, outros, ciência, mas para viver é preciso acreditar que existe alguma coisa que totalmente não compreendemos.  Alguns aceitam o que existe, outros procuram a perpetuação do seu ego. Um dia o que aprendemos é que a morte dá significado à vida como "a mais pequena estrela brilha na escuridão".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem a maravilha de podermos descobrir as pequenas grandes coisas que nos rodeiam, podemos tentar atingir o máximo do nosso ego, a nulidade, o prazer absoluto, o conforto, viver em segurança, podemos ver o poder como o jogo do destino ou perdermo-nos na nossa samsara sem saber o que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A historia da humanidade ou de qualquer ser vivo vive nesta ténue corda-bamba, perdida na vastidão do universo, no pó das estrelas, no tempo e em todas as infinitas dimensões, que nós seres da terceira dimensão não conseguimos atingir.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-318059709363793126?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/318059709363793126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=318059709363793126' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/318059709363793126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/318059709363793126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-text-about-nothing_06.html' title='A little text about nothing'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-5249193091229276827</id><published>2007-09-06T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:26.732Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Organizations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microcredit'/><title type='text'>Faces From Nepal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wDi2w-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/cNOcU_9NEz0/s1600-h/DSCF0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106994077404035458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wDi2w-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/cNOcU_9NEz0/s320/DSCF0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wFS2w-ZI/AAAAAAAAANw/vsHnYSnRzg4/s1600-h/DSCF0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106994107468806546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wFS2w-ZI/AAAAAAAAANw/vsHnYSnRzg4/s320/DSCF0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wGy2w-aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RfvarrPKmsc/s1600-h/DSCF0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106994133238610338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wGy2w-aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RfvarrPKmsc/s320/DSCF0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-5249193091229276827?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/5249193091229276827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=5249193091229276827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5249193091229276827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5249193091229276827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-text-about-nothing.html' title='Faces From Nepal'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt-wDi2w-YI/AAAAAAAAANo/cNOcU_9NEz0/s72-c/DSCF0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-5801788863276339633</id><published>2007-09-04T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:31.872Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darjeeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathmandu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombaim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pokhara'/><title type='text'>The best journey of life of is the journey to return home</title><content type='html'>Como sair do Bangladesh da maneira mais... difícil?&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um cheirinho do itenerario que tive até chegar a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo comecou em Dhaka. Partimos para Darjeeling famoso pelo cha, numa viagem parte de autocarro e parte de Jeep a subir as montanhas dos Himalaias. É uma cidade maravilhosa e magica na india, entre o Butao, China, Bangladesh e Nepal. É habitada maioritariamente por uma etnia da origem dos Gorka, que sao um povo guerreiro da regiao do Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Darjeeling descemos para Siliguri, uma cidade muito indiana já no grande vale do Ganges. Um calor abrasador fomos ate a fronteira e da fronteira (com o nepal) ate Kathmandu. Durante a noite com paragens do exercito Nepales pela regiao ser muito controlada pelos Maoistas. Na viagem conehcemos um casal cinquentão frances que vive do vinho. Conhecemos também uma australiana que se esqueceu de trazer dinheiro e esperava pagar tudo com cartao de credito. Isso nao aconteceu e se nao fossem os franceses ainda estaria na fronteira. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathmandu é uma cidade magica... um pouco suja depois de virmos de Darjeeling, mas onde a religião Hindu e Budista se funde na criacao de uma cidade cheia de força espiritual. Uma das partes mais interessantes foi encontrarmos uma escola de pintura tibetana. Explicaram-nos durante algumas horas o significado destas pinturas de budha, da vida, da morte e da regeneracao. Dois dias depois... mais 8 horas ate Pokhara... Maravilhosa paisagem num vale entre os Himalaias... Vejam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos para Kathmandu e iniciei a minha viagem sozinho ate a fronteira... a ideia era ir ate Varanassi um centro hindu onde cremam os mortos para os libertar da regeneracao. Mas as cheias nao ajudaram e fizeram cair uma ponte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e cheguei a fronteira exausto depois de nos terem mudado para um autocarro local as 9 da noite, ja escuro e de ter de passar a fronteira a essa hora...Nao passei, decidi ficar num hote e ir directamente para Dehli... O hotel era... pessimo... mas o gerente era simpatico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24h na camioneta ate Dehli... sem bancos reclinaveis e onde o conforto nao era o forte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegar a Dehli as 8 da manha do dia seguinte... entrei num hostel e o gerente afirmou que eu era do exercito israelita... !?!?!? Perguntei porque... e ele disse que tinha de ser pela minha maneira... so acreditou quando lhe mostrei o meu passaporte... E ele disse, pois, nao ha muitos portugueses por estas bandas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Delhi visitei old Delhi, o Red Fort, Mina Bazaar e estava exausto e precisei de durmir... e uma cidade com uma energia parecida com o Bangladesh excepto na zona rica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte fui a agra... Taj Mahal... o que é que posso dizer mais do que... tem uma forca de um amor de um homem por uma mulher... fica no ar se ele lhe tera dado todo aquele sentimento durante a vida dela, como deu sob a forma de um monumento tao delicado e monumental apos a sua morte... Se calhar esta e a minha perpectiva ocidental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem as 11 da noite ainda estavamos a ver monumentos hindus na cidade onde Krishna nasceu e chegamos a Delhi só às 4 da manha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte as 16:30 apanhei o comboio para Mumbai ou Bombaim (16 e meia de viagem). Bom Baim e uma degeneracao do português (os primeiros colonizadores desta cidade) mas a cidade mudou de nome porque Mumbai... É uma deusa Hindu. É uma cidade cosmopolita, europeia... e um dos polos mais importantes de negocio da india... de bollywood... descendente do comercio com a Inglaterra... é uma porta de entrada ao negocio na india... e também a cidade com maiores bairros de lata de toda a india... E uma das cidades com maior crescimento no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um espaco magico... senti-me em casa... fui ao museu de arte contemporanea, vi a universidade... as portas da cidade, a estacao de caminhos de ferro... Deambulei como um um bom portugues ou como um Cesário Verde em Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte... voei para londres...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam algumas imagens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RZi2w-AI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9fINebVx_es/s1600-h/south+asia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256683058919426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RZi2w-AI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9fINebVx_es/s320/south+asia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapa do percurso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RaC2w-BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0qNHsK_wd5c/s1600-h/DSCN1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256691648854034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RaC2w-BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0qNHsK_wd5c/s320/DSCN1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fronteira entre a India e o Bangladesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RaS2w-CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/blOBrRM5w0E/s1600-h/Img037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256695943821346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RaS2w-CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/blOBrRM5w0E/s320/Img037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darjeeling templo Hindu e Budista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0Rai2w-DI/AAAAAAAAALA/MM_ZhD_m3Q4/s1600-h/Img039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256700238788658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0Rai2w-DI/AAAAAAAAALA/MM_ZhD_m3Q4/s320/Img039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Templo Budista Darjeeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RbC2w-EI/AAAAAAAAALI/FqKow9WB6SA/s1600-h/Img031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256708828723266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RbC2w-EI/AAAAAAAAALI/FqKow9WB6SA/s320/Img031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Hill, de onde se podem ver os 4 pontos mais altos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106257980139042898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0SlC2w-FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SBZ0AYPylKE/s320/Img079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darjeeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0SlS2w-GI/AAAAAAAAALY/9nGLVWcV3Qc/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106257984434010210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0SlS2w-GI/AAAAAAAAALY/9nGLVWcV3Qc/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokhara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0Sly2w-HI/AAAAAAAAALg/LMasEBM5T4M/s1600-h/DSCF0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106257993023944818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0Sly2w-HI/AAAAAAAAALg/LMasEBM5T4M/s320/DSCF0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokhara - Campo de refugiados Tibetanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0SmC2w-II/AAAAAAAAALo/13Mx0CRHe5E/s1600-h/DSCF0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106257997318912130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0SmC2w-II/AAAAAAAAALo/13Mx0CRHe5E/s320/DSCF0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokhara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0Smi2w-JI/AAAAAAAAALw/8Dd2o-YPLpY/s1600-h/DSCF0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106258005908846738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0Smi2w-JI/AAAAAAAAALw/8Dd2o-YPLpY/s320/DSCF0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Peace Pagoda - Pokhara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fwi2w-NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-GnF08M-YPc/s1600-h/Img030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106272471358699730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fwi2w-NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-GnF08M-YPc/s320/Img030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathmandu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYi2w-WI/AAAAAAAAANY/wDnn6b2vUDo/s1600-h/Img027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106276457088350562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYi2w-WI/AAAAAAAAANY/wDnn6b2vUDo/s320/Img027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathmandu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fvS2w-KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0LNQXlq8x2g/s1600-h/DSCF0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106272449883863202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fvS2w-KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0LNQXlq8x2g/s320/DSCF0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi - Red Fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fvy2w-LI/AAAAAAAAAMA/drCdS1h4wR4/s1600-h/DSCF0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106272458473797810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fvy2w-LI/AAAAAAAAAMA/drCdS1h4wR4/s320/DSCF0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi - o meu Hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fwC2w-MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PBKUVD0dA-I/s1600-h/DSCF0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106272462768765122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0fwC2w-MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PBKUVD0dA-I/s320/DSCF0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYC2w-UI/AAAAAAAAANI/An0ovQzUtaw/s1600-h/DSCF0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106276448498415938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYC2w-UI/AAAAAAAAANI/An0ovQzUtaw/s320/DSCF0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agra- Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hfS2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bXOGkSQwTLU/s1600-h/DSCF0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274374029211890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hfS2w-PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bXOGkSQwTLU/s320/DSCF0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade onde Krishna nasceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hfy2w-QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3KkgdiVfQq4/s1600-h/DSCF0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274382619146498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hfy2w-QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3KkgdiVfQq4/s320/DSCF0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai - Antiga Bombaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hgS2w-RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G66EejIOdZ0/s1600-h/DSCF0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274391209081106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hgS2w-RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G66EejIOdZ0/s320/DSCF0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hgy2w-SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CWJecx0reYo/s1600-h/DSCF0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274399799015714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hgy2w-SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CWJecx0reYo/s320/DSCF0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hhC2w-TI/AAAAAAAAANA/lDbtDKFO4Q8/s1600-h/DSCF0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274404093983026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0hhC2w-TI/AAAAAAAAANA/lDbtDKFO4Q8/s320/DSCF0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYS2w-VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ko6yVaFzIBw/s1600-h/DSCF0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106276452793383250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYS2w-VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ko6yVaFzIBw/s320/DSCF0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai- de um fiat para um fiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYy2w-XI/AAAAAAAAANg/8iwxM7mMu08/s1600-h/DSCF0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106276461383317874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0jYy2w-XI/AAAAAAAAANg/8iwxM7mMu08/s320/DSCF0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai - Indico... de onde muitos barcos foram para Lisboa e mais tarde Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: nao posso deixar este post ficar aqui sem dizer que a minha viagem foi muito mais do que este relato em forma de rascunho onde deixo em traços largos a viagem como um todo... A viagem teve uma dimensao pessoal e espiritual que me abriu portas para o conhecimento do que este subcontinete ofereceu e tem para oferecer ao mundo... Obrigado a todas as pessoas que me ajudaram  e estiveram comigo ao longo do caminho, Nimit, Lindsay, Casal Frances, Australiana, o rapaz que conheci no autocarro ate Lucknow, os dois amigos que tambem estavam no autocarro e que o senhor me disse/explicou exaustivamente que so tem uma mulher para a vida toda e que nos ocidentais somos loucos, o pai e o filho que gerem a escola de pintura tibetana em Kathmandu, os Chineses e o Koreano em Pokhara, o Casal bangladeshi que conhecemos em Siliguri, a Susana espanhola e o Ingles que me tirou a foto no Taj Mahal, o Sr. do Hotel no Nepal, O velhote do Butao que em Delhi me tentou vender o seu tapete de Yoga e muitas outras pessoas que a minha memoria ja nao reteve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-5801788863276339633?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/5801788863276339633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=5801788863276339633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5801788863276339633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5801788863276339633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-journey-of-life-of-is-journey-to.html' title='The best journey of life of is the journey to return home'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rt0RZi2w-AI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9fINebVx_es/s72-c/south+asia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-3872288955469095672</id><published>2007-08-10T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:32.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Darjeling</title><content type='html'>Darjeling, India&lt;br /&gt;Known by the tea, is a marvelous place! In the beggining of the Himalayas, between China, Nepal, Buthan, Bangladesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNVaxACYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BnVjhJyAGHM/s1600-h/Img000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097033908633995650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNVaxACYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BnVjhJyAGHM/s320/Img000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budhist and Hindu Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNWaxACZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gtXisNS1SQM/s1600-h/Img053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097033925813864850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNWaxACZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gtXisNS1SQM/s320/Img053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNWqxACaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Osiosvfw-RI/s1600-h/Img065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097033930108832162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNWqxACaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Osiosvfw-RI/s320/Img065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-3872288955469095672?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/3872288955469095672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=3872288955469095672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/3872288955469095672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/3872288955469095672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/08/darjeling.html' title='Darjeling'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrxNVaxACYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BnVjhJyAGHM/s72-c/Img000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-1463492561021852117</id><published>2007-08-05T06:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:35.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Rangpur, Nilphamari, Gaibanda, Kurigram</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from North West of Bangladesh. It was a great week where me and a team went to visit some local NGOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dhaka - Rangpur - Kurigram - Gaibanda - Rangpur - Nilphamari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it on the map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV_0qxACRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5WVxeYHEWIw/s1600-h/bdmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095119096249321746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV_0qxACRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5WVxeYHEWIw/s320/bdmap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a one week experience which was amazing in diferente perspectives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an exquisit taste between the crowded Rangpur and the the peace and beauty of the country side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrVfmqxACLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xxubFQV93wQ/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095083671359064242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrVfmqxACLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xxubFQV93wQ/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaibanda (jute) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV4n6xACMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HMf0EVIfqVg/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095111180624595138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV4n6xACMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HMf0EVIfqVg/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rangpur (rickshaw puller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV5w6xACNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/viLzDLRf25o/s1600-h/DSC09683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095112434755045586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV5w6xACNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/viLzDLRf25o/s320/DSC09683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truck in a Bridge near Kurigram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV61axACOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/84ZmYtG0p2o/s1600-h/DSC09692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095113611576084706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV61axACOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/84ZmYtG0p2o/s320/DSC09692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisherman near the bridge (Kurigram)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV706xACPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RtEtwpqIlV8/s1600-h/DSC09706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095114702497777906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV706xACPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RtEtwpqIlV8/s320/DSC09706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Train near the same bridge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV9s6xACQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rePZIIVFNwE/s1600-h/DSC09752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116764082080002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV9s6xACQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rePZIIVFNwE/s320/DSC09752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Producing butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWJEKxACSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/E9HQPRvRaw4/s1600-h/DSC09969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095129258141944098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWJEKxACSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/E9HQPRvRaw4/s320/DSC09969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bananas salesman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWVL6xACWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KmPR3NNt-U0/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095142585425463650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWVL6xACWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KmPR3NNt-U0/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWVLaxACVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AxAdcNReMNc/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095142576835529042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWVLaxACVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AxAdcNReMNc/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWVKqxACUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9h3CJunIis4/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095142563950627138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWVKqxACUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9h3CJunIis4/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-1463492561021852117?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/1463492561021852117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=1463492561021852117' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1463492561021852117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1463492561021852117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/08/rangpur-nilphamari-gaibanda-kurigram.html' title='Rangpur, Nilphamari, Gaibanda, Kurigram'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrV_0qxACRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5WVxeYHEWIw/s72-c/bdmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-5060342454286606477</id><published>2007-08-01T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:35.501Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dhaka Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>The Dhaka Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWd1axACXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LHyO4BW_kdI/s1600-h/Dhaka_Gallery_photos_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095152094483057010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWd1axACXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LHyO4BW_kdI/s320/Dhaka_Gallery_photos_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que e este projecto?&lt;br /&gt;E um projecto liderado por uma poruguesa que tive o prazer de conhecer. Maria da Conceicao que numa das escalas como hospedeira de bordo decidiu ajudar as criancas que vivem nos "slums". O projecto tem uma escola, um infantario, workshops de texteis, workshops de beleza e outras iniciativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha experiencia com o Dhaka Project foi curta mas forte. Conheci inicialmente o Arnold numa festa. Ele falou-me do projecto. Visitei no dia seguinte, e conheci a Maria. Uma pessoa muito dinamica e com uma certa inquietacao pelo que podemos fazer mais!&lt;br /&gt;Um momento especial, foi quando tentamos, eu o Alex, a Maria, e o Arnold de carro numa rua estreitissima onde havia protestos das mulheres e raparigas que trabalham nos garnments. Elas bloqueavam a rua em que carros de ambos os lados e pessoas se aglutinavam bem ha maneira deste sub continente. Gente, muita gente. Neste epicentro vindos de uma rua ainda mais estreita deparamo-nos com esta situacao. Foi magia... A Maria sai do carro, saimos os 3 rapazes tambem, e depois de uma troca de palavras com os lideres locais e com o acordo destas mulheres furiosas... abriram uma excepcao. E passamos... Acho que se consegue ver o carinho que estas pessoas tem pela Maria e pelo projecto... Esta foi uma das minhas experiencias... excepcionais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber ou se quiserem saber mais ou ajudar vao ao site abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Que tal uma experiencia de uns tempos no Dhaka Project, uma boa dose de aventura e o querer saber mais sobre a cultura deste povo maravilhoso. E tambem o querer ajudar e o compreender o que e a situacao destas pessoas. E uma experiencia maravilhosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedhakaproject.org/"&gt;http://www.thedhakaproject.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-5060342454286606477?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/5060342454286606477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=5060342454286606477' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5060342454286606477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5060342454286606477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/08/dhaka-project.html' title='The Dhaka Project'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RrWd1axACXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LHyO4BW_kdI/s72-c/Dhaka_Gallery_photos_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-6608252189877220230</id><published>2007-07-25T09:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:35.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Mapa do Sr. Dhaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqcPn6xACKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cJpB_ULmrso/s1600-h/Dhaka-City-Map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091055082229729442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqcPn6xACKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cJpB_ULmrso/s320/Dhaka-City-Map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiracao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam se o Mapa da cidade de Dhaka nao parece um Sr. de perfil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-6608252189877220230?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/6608252189877220230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=6608252189877220230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6608252189877220230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6608252189877220230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/07/mapa-do-sr-dhaka.html' title='Mapa do Sr. Dhaka'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqcPn6xACKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cJpB_ULmrso/s72-c/Dhaka-City-Map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-2236763412759197237</id><published>2007-07-25T05:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:36.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Moncao II</title><content type='html'>Bem, gostava de partilhar mais um pouco do sentimento de moncao com os meus leitores assiduos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dia 22 de Julho de 2007 sai do emprego depois de varias horas de chuva e este foi o percurso que fiz... a pe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30 - Sair do emprego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:50 - Promeiro entroncamento com uma inundacoa descomunal. Tive de arregacar as calcas e com agua pelos joelhos ir ate ao outro lado. Vejam as fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 - Avenida completamente inundada com um transito infernal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 - Parei e comi um hamburger... estava a morrer de fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:20 - Comprei amendoins, conversei um pouco com o rapaz ue os estava vender... um saquinho custou 2 Takas que e o mesmo que 2 centimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 - Gulshan 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 - Gulshan 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 - Baridhara DOHS (casa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejam as bolas vermelhas sao o meu emprego(esquerda) e a minha casa(direita) , a azul os sitios das fotos completamente inundados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha um sentimento de comunhao quando estas coisas acontecem. E como ficar a olhar para o fogo numa lareira... parece que todos ficam hipnotizados e partilham olhares de cumplicidade enquanto as pernas e os pes estao enterrados na agua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbVqKxACGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/95iSnz6u8Z4/s1600-h/Dhaka-City-Map+flooded.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090991349210024034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbVqKxACGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/95iSnz6u8Z4/s400/Dhaka-City-Map+flooded.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbXa6xACHI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmeZa9eKIbs/s1600-h/Img041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090993286240274546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbXa6xACHI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmeZa9eKIbs/s320/Img041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbdCaxACII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1cQnx31J2PA/s1600-h/Img043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090999462403246210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbdCaxACII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1cQnx31J2PA/s320/Img043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-2236763412759197237?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/2236763412759197237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=2236763412759197237' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2236763412759197237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2236763412759197237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/07/moncao-ii.html' title='Moncao II'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RqbVqKxACGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/95iSnz6u8Z4/s72-c/Dhaka-City-Map+flooded.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-8950786316920505457</id><published>2007-07-19T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:46:55.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealismos</title><content type='html'>Perdido num sonho entre o idealismo de criar um mundo melhor e uma necessidade aprender a ler a pauta de musica que faz o mundo girar. Aqui estou eu... A lutar por algo que acredito, talvez cego por uma luz que me faz imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bato as asas com a forca que tenho e recarrego as forcas num canto do meu mundo com as pessoas que amo. Sinto o respirar do mundo quando o abraco. Sinto a harmonia do mundo mas perco-me no sonho. Talvez no sonho de pensar que posso sonhar pelos outros, numa adrenalina em que consigo sonhar, fazer, criticar, aprender, mudar... quando olho para tras vejo o que fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece... nada. Nao e nada na poeira das estrelas. Nao e nada nos milhoes de sonhos, projectos e ideias... e o mundo gira e gira... e continuo a questionar... a aprender... mas sera que posso sonhar para sempre? Sera que posso ser assim para sempre? Ou as asas vao ser chumbos, vou cair e aprender que, "quanto maior o voo, maior a queda"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;And I will fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um momento de reflexao.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um momento inspirado no mail do meu pai e no blog do meu irmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-8950786316920505457?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/8950786316920505457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=8950786316920505457' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/8950786316920505457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/8950786316920505457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/07/idealismos.html' title='Idealismos'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-5837544849674282852</id><published>2007-07-12T07:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:36.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Governo Portugues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugueses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Manifesto ao Governo Portugues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RpXKltZa2NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i_JceXx-mmM/s1600-h/DSC08202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086194103375026386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RpXKltZa2NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i_JceXx-mmM/s320/DSC08202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E preciso ligar o nosso passado historico ao nosso presente e ao futuro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando digo que sou portugues ha 2 reaccoes tipicas&lt;br /&gt;1. Futebol, pois e o nosso maior estandarte neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;2. ‘Piratas’, inicialmente e estranho mas nesta regiao eramos aliados do imperio Mughal mas tinhamos uma perspectiva de comercio e evangelizacao.  Ou uns piratas que vinham de barco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso legado historico na regiao e interessante, hoje em dia ha algumas vilas cristas, nos arredores de Dhaka, que sao totalmente legado de sacerdotes portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vem o Manifesto :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque e que nao criamos uma ligacao entre universidades nas regioes onde os Portugueses deixaram herancas mundiais ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nesta regiao, temos a India, Bangladesh e o Sri lanka. Nesta ligacao imaginem 50 estudantes poderiam vir para estes paises/regioes e estudar com colegas destes paises sobre as herancas portuguesas mas especialmente entenderem o que sao e vao ser estas regioes com legados e influencias milenares. Da religiao, passando pela literatura ou historia estas culturas sao riquissimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os portugueses foram mais do que os ‘amigos do bairro’ e porque nao olharmos para o futuro percebendo o que criamos ou destruimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos a falar de jovens que mudam a sua atitude, a sua perspectiva sobre estes paises e podem um dia mais tarde dirigir projectos de cooperacao com estas regioes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alem da forca de criar conteudo, podia-se criar um blog das suas vivencias, criar um espaco mediatico com jornais, revistas e televisoes que estivessem interessadas em documentar o trabalho destes estudantes. Estes estudantes podem ser de varias areas, antropologia, historia, literatura, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao devemos ter preconceitos em relacao ao que fomos ! Porque nao usar este pretexto para dialogarmos com estas regioes ? Estabelecer parcerias de entendimento, cultural, educacao ou mesmo economico. Este pode ser um... principio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao, nao se trata de impor a estes paises uma legitimidade de pais colonizador, mas pelo contrario estes estudantes devem ter como missao aprender com estas culturas riquissimas! E ha muito para aprender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do manifesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem gostava de dizer que isto nao e um Manifesto de extrema direita, mas sim parece-me que o Portugal de hoje nao sabe nada sobre o seu legado ou como estas culturas nos veem. Pior, nao sabemos absolutamente nada sobre estes paises. Quem sabe alguma coisa sobre o Bangladesh ou o Sri Lanka ? Sabiam que ha inumeros Pereiras, Almeidas, Zilvas, Abreus, aqui e especialmente no Sri Lanka. Alguns descendentes de portugueses outros cristaos convertidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que soubessem que um dos primeiros dicionarios (talvez o primeiro) de Bangladeshi para outra lingua foi para portugues. Atraves dos missionarios.&lt;br /&gt;Vejam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity_in_Bangladesh"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity_in_Bangladesh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar um primeiro passo e ter uma Embaixada no Bangladesh... por exemplo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, mais uma vez nao quero parecer um ultra ortodoxo que quer instaurar um imperio desaparecido. Mas acho que os portugueses tem a ganhar com um entendimento proximo com estes paises e com protocolos que podem ajudar a catalogar o nosso legado historico ou ser os fundamentos para uma sociedade civil em portugal que tem um entendimento mais abrangente do mundo. Penso que pode ser um pretexto para criar termos um projecto para e com o mundo. DEIXEM DE PENSAR PEQUENINO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-5837544849674282852?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/5837544849674282852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=5837544849674282852' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5837544849674282852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5837544849674282852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/07/manifesto-ao-governo-portugues.html' title='Manifesto ao Governo Portugues'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RpXKltZa2NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i_JceXx-mmM/s72-c/DSC08202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-4342540017447127365</id><published>2007-07-05T04:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:37.194Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV'/><title type='text'>Development (em ingles)</title><content type='html'>O que vou postar e um pequeno texto sobre o que o meu chefe me pediu para escrever assim que cheguei ao escritorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei as 9:02 min da manha ele chamou-me e enquanto fumava um cigarro perguntou-me:&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to tell me what is your current perspective about bangladesh development sector?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto porque no inicio fui extremamente duro no que lhe disse, especialmente pela minha experiencia na ONG em que estive antes. Sera que mudei a minha piniao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My perspective about Bangladesh development sector (brief subjective notion)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh development sector is a big sector. BRAC is the biggest NGO in the world with operations in Sri Lanka, Pakistan, Afghanistan or Indonesia and the European Commission gives 25% of its help to Asia to Bangladesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big, medium, small NGOs seem like a must in any Bangladeshi village, that reminds me the post offices in Portugal. It is almost a “development flag” to have an NGO in a village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first approach to this was very critical, with a frustrating “billboard NGO” as first experience. All the idealistic perspective that there are people trying to help other people just vanished. Instead, exists a big industry that lives from the billions that “developed” countries inject in the country believing they are doing the “good”. But not being responsible about its impacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than you have a whole middle class (and not so middle) that lives from this industry. This is not necessarily bad but lets look at it deeply.&lt;br /&gt;In a simple way, a company that works in a “normal” industry receives money from their clients according to the product or service they deliver. So, in a competitive market with multiple players they have the incentive to understand and sophisticate their own approach and the client is, in the end, are better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the NGOs the money doesn’t come from the same place where they deliver the product. So, what happens is that most of the NGOs have leaflets in English, with a copy paste from Millennium Development Goals and their “clients” don’t count for the NGO sophistication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problems are just not problems... the millennium development goals create constraints to this country development. Also they create false problems that all the NGOs just multiply workshops about that not so important issue concerning the real problems of that village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this graphic. In a country like Bangladesh with so many problems, HIV for many different reasons is one of the least problem, and is insignificant compared with people that many times don’t have nothing to eat. Amazingly, in many NGOs I visited they have a program about HIV. And what they do is a workshop with some people about the ways of contamination etc. Strange... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, isn’t it in the Millenium Development Goals!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083606079056814690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoyYy3gyomI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z7iV-IrYXzo/s320/800px-HIV_Epidem.png" width="353" border="0" /&gt;(check it in wkipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a need for “development” than it should be something created in the communities, in the families, in the individuals. They have the power to say what they need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t create the poverty stigma on people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, instead, a need to give the tools to make people dream and help people to achieve those dreams. It seems simple but it is not.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand it is easy to continue to apply development measures designed in NY or Geneva and legitimate the growth of the millions of NGOs that exist in the world. I think this designers should live in Dhaka or in a developing city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monon said, this is like a child: when it falls on the floor, if the mother is around he will cry until his mother comes and picks him up, but if there is no mother around the child just stands up cries a bit and continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I believe is that there is a need to understand how all the NGO industry is working and understand what can be done to create platforms that really help them in their own needs. The "unleash" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to put all the NGOs in the same basket but this is my general feeling about most of the professional NGOs. Anyways there are good projects, ideas, and even people that continue to give their lives to causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Development sector is a complicated thing by definition. And there is a big and intelligent work to do . It needs to be close to the peoples needs but for that it needs to understand who are these people, who are the poor people. Maybe the way is to drop this concept and try to start empowering people that have primary needs that cannot be fulfilled. Assuring that you are not creating a dependency system. This will take time but can be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope I have heaps of comments!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigado andre pelo incentivo ao blog!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-4342540017447127365?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/4342540017447127365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=4342540017447127365' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4342540017447127365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4342540017447127365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/07/development-em-ingles.html' title='Development (em ingles)'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoyYy3gyomI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z7iV-IrYXzo/s72-c/800px-HIV_Epidem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-2839972759745951856</id><published>2007-07-04T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:37.796Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Perspectivas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouMs3gyokI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tCnCxEpEpjE/s1600-h/DSC08368111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083311306861355586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouMs3gyokI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tCnCxEpEpjE/s400/DSC08368111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouLM3gyojI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DlgaXZtaNjA/s1600-h/DSC08243111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083309657593913906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouLM3gyojI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DlgaXZtaNjA/s400/DSC08243111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouN9ngyolI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AdxmLy2P_RE/s1600-h/DSC08367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083312694135792210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouN9ngyolI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AdxmLy2P_RE/s400/DSC08367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-2839972759745951856?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/2839972759745951856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=2839972759745951856' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2839972759745951856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/2839972759745951856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/07/procura.html' title='Perspectivas...'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RouMs3gyokI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tCnCxEpEpjE/s72-c/DSC08368111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-6802713324035553910</id><published>2007-06-28T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:38.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde esta o walli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoOJ3HgyohI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dlw-9UFDx0I/s1600-h/News+paper-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081056384606446098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoOJ3HgyohI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dlw-9UFDx0I/s400/News+paper-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoOKs3gyoiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/txheiCfvres/s1600-h/News+paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081057308024414754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoOKs3gyoiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/txheiCfvres/s400/News+paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Encontrem o walli!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-6802713324035553910?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/6802713324035553910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=6802713324035553910' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6802713324035553910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6802713324035553910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/onde-esta-o-walli.html' title='Onde esta o walli?'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoOJ3HgyohI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dlw-9UFDx0I/s72-c/News+paper-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-7805010409389468769</id><published>2007-06-27T07:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:38.869Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noahkali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Ajuda Humanitaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoH_T3gyodI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ft1qqKnApR8/s1600-h/Img058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080622571434713554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoH_T3gyodI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ft1qqKnApR8/s200/Img058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoIAIXgyofI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uVK-ZROvRJw/s1600-h/Img063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080623473377845746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoIAIXgyofI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uVK-ZROvRJw/s200/Img063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoH_u3gyoeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CTxcgO31LgA/s1600-h/Img057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080623035291181538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoH_u3gyoeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CTxcgO31LgA/s200/Img057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas imagens foram tiradas com o meu telemovel em Noahkali,  no Domingo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas pessoas estao a espera de receber 50 Kg de arroz por cabeca. Sao talvez das pessoas mais pobres no Bangladesh. Esta parece uma ajuda humanitaria digana e com um objectivo claro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao deixar a fome atingir estas pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na realidade e algo mais profundo do que isso. Esta ajuda e devida a um problema de cheias que aconteceu ha dois anos. As moncoes chegaram cedo demais e muito do arroz plantado foi perdido. Foi pedida ajuda internacional pelas organizacoes locais... essa ajuda demorou... 2 anos a chegar... pelo lado positivo... "pelo menos chegou". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas queria partilhar mais! este ano aconteceu o mesmo! Ou seja as moncoes chegaram cedo demais... muito arroz ficou perdido... O ponto e que a fome apenas se vai notar  a partir de Outubro... quando este arroz ja tiver sido consumido... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou seja em 2 ou 3 meses provavelmente, vai ser enviado um pedido de ajuda internacional por arroz! que esperemos que chegue em 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podem voltar a ver os vossos mails, para o sofa, para televisao... e confortavel! Que eu tambem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-7805010409389468769?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/7805010409389468769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=7805010409389468769' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/7805010409389468769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/7805010409389468769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/ajuda-humanitaria.html' title='Ajuda Humanitaria'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoH_T3gyodI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ft1qqKnApR8/s72-c/Img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-288643173926731640</id><published>2007-06-26T08:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:39.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Identidade(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gostava de partilhar um dos meus pensamentos de casa de banho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identidade:&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me identificado noutro dia enquanto caminhava na rua com o povo, a cultura, os habitos, as pessoas e a natureza da forma como a sociedade esta a evoluir no Bangladesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Indentificado! Pode parecer estranho, mas o que me deu essa sensacao foi a forma como as pessoas tem relacoes pessoais. Ha um calor humano muito forte. As pessoas abrem as portas das suas casas. Quando conheces um dos familiares es visto como um convidado especial, irmao, que lhes da o prazer de poderem oferecer o melhor da sua comida. Faz lembrar aqueles "bons velhos tempos" que lembram o que foram ou sao os portugueses nas zonas rurais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que e brutal e que esta identidade e normalmente vista atraves das diferencas. E e por estas diferencas que as pessoas se identificam. Assim os estados, as nacoes, as regioes, fronteiras sao criadas fruto dos interesses, habitos, tradicoes, crencas, linguas, religioes, senso comum ou apenas pelo "tu es mais semelhante do que ele".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar-vos uma fotografia do diferente mas o semelhante esta inerente. Mesmo que nao consigam ver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim e dificil mas esta la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoDC-jTkiZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VesbZlVQQg8/s1600-h/Img058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080274759558924690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoDC-jTkiZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VesbZlVQQg8/s320/Img058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Vejam se conseguem ver: sonhos, pensamentos, medos, habitos, tradicoes, problemas, conviccoes...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-288643173926731640?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/288643173926731640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=288643173926731640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/288643173926731640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/288643173926731640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/identidades.html' title='Identidade(s)'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RoDC-jTkiZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VesbZlVQQg8/s72-c/Img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-6815930018712539500</id><published>2007-06-24T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:40.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Pasha Home, Kurigram in Rajshahi Division</title><content type='html'>Apos pressoes varias sobre o tema deste mesmo post, decici que queria parilhar com voces uma experiencia maravilhosa. A ida a Kurigram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apos uma extrema insistencia da parte do Pasha, um colega de trabalho para eu visitar a sua terra natal... cedi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, o Arnold e o Pasha (os dois da foto) fomos as 10:30 da noite para Kurigram. Numa pequenina viagem de 8 horas de camioneta, 25 minutos de rickshaw, 20 minutos de barco e 10 minutos de mota, chegamos a sua vila. E uma ilha no norte de Norte Bengul. 50 mil habitantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma especie de paraiso banhado por rios de ambos os lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A experiencia foi alucinante. Andamos de mota num espirito livre, caminhamos nos campos de arroz, vimos um filme Bangla (aconselho a quem quiser descobrir mais sobre a cultura Deshi) pescamos o peixe que comemos (vejam o pai do Pasha a cortar o peixe), vimos uma paisagem deslumbrante, vimos 2 campos de militares de proteccao da fronteira e... vi pela primeira vez a India... e... era igual ao Bangladesh!!! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vimos tambem um dique construido pela UNDP, United Nations Development Program, Que todos os anos se destroi e e reconstruido. As familias que nao estao protegidas pelo dique movem as suas casas todos os anos para as zonas mais altas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam aqui imagens que nao me deixam escrever mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5QczTkiNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wPOZDx92lfM/s1600-h/Img023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079585885459351762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5QczTkiNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wPOZDx92lfM/s320/Img023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5TqTTkiTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/P9o4UMKjN1k/s1600-h/Img070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079589415922469170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5TqTTkiTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/P9o4UMKjN1k/s320/Img070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5S4jTkiRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NnUKExVPk5g/s1600-h/Img012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079588561223977234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5S4jTkiRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NnUKExVPk5g/s320/Img012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5R2jTkiQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tpUu_l1eMf8/s1600-h/Img068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079587427352611074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5R2jTkiQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tpUu_l1eMf8/s320/Img068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5RCDTkiOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Valxb-iKlVo/s1600-h/Img060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079586525409478882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5RCDTkiOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Valxb-iKlVo/s320/Img060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5RezTkiPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FU6WMzbmifI/s1600-h/Img080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079587019330717938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5RezTkiPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FU6WMzbmifI/s320/Img080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5WRzTkiUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VbIT8j-Fw00/s1600-h/Img017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5W5TTkiVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UwHyJdhwYvE/s1600-h/Img071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592972155390290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5W5TTkiVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UwHyJdhwYvE/s320/Img071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-6815930018712539500?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/6815930018712539500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=6815930018712539500' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6815930018712539500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6815930018712539500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/pasha-home-kurigram-in-rajshahi.html' title='Pasha Home, Kurigram in Rajshahi Division'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rn5QczTkiNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wPOZDx92lfM/s72-c/Img023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-1597475884094454748</id><published>2007-06-14T06:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:42.717Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macacos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Macacos em DHAKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDaMjTkiGI/AAAAAAAAADc/0MSrlEXLigg/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075796689217161314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDaMjTkiGI/AAAAAAAAADc/0MSrlEXLigg/s200/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDZLzTkiFI/AAAAAAAAADU/iFdnqXmm7Fs/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075795576820631634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDZLzTkiFI/AAAAAAAAADU/iFdnqXmm7Fs/s200/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDX8zTkiEI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJuhGtAIFC8/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075794219610966082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDX8zTkiEI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJuhGtAIFC8/s200/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estes macacos, parecem pequenos Satans!!! Estas fotografias foram tiradas ha 2 semanas na area de Old Dhaka, Na zona hindu chamada Shakari Bazar, onde se pode encontrar todos os ornamentos tradicionais hindus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDbpjTkiHI/AAAAAAAAADk/oATWKdy-wA4/s1600-h/PICT0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075798286944995442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDbpjTkiHI/AAAAAAAAADk/oATWKdy-wA4/s200/PICT0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDc_DTkiII/AAAAAAAAADs/xc0WKvG0tw4/s1600-h/PICT0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075799755823810690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDc_DTkiII/AAAAAAAAADs/xc0WKvG0tw4/s200/PICT0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(mais macacos) Eu, o Alex e a Junia no Pink Palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que no proximo post devia ser mais fiel ao espririto do meu blog e falar sobre politica... Posso tambem combinar com fotos dos macacos na assembleia. Melhor, posso escolher falar sobre a quantidade de macacos que andam a estudar a revisao do proto tratado da Uniao Europeia. Sim, eu sou a favor de um mini tratado... tipo a montanha pariu um rato hehehehe!!! Vejam o proximo post!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-1597475884094454748?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/1597475884094454748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=1597475884094454748' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1597475884094454748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1597475884094454748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/macacos-em-dhaka.html' title='Macacos em DHAKA'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RnDaMjTkiGI/AAAAAAAAADc/0MSrlEXLigg/s72-c/PICT0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-1133657952772030163</id><published>2007-06-12T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:43.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moncao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenvolvimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A vida de pi'/><title type='text'>Moncao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rm4ahjTkh_I/AAAAAAAAACk/xIl23QyNP7k/s1600-h/Img019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075022993808459762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rm4ahjTkh_I/AAAAAAAAACk/xIl23QyNP7k/s400/Img019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rm4bcDTkiAI/AAAAAAAAACs/PT_kzUqFU0U/s1600-h/Img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075023998830807042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rm4bcDTkiAI/AAAAAAAAACs/PT_kzUqFU0U/s400/Img016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui fica o antes e o depois de uma chuvinha de umas 3 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-1133657952772030163?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/1133657952772030163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=1133657952772030163' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1133657952772030163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1133657952772030163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/moncao.html' title='Moncao'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/Rm4ahjTkh_I/AAAAAAAAACk/xIl23QyNP7k/s72-c/Img019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-4898476687189697246</id><published>2007-06-10T05:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:43.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educacao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Ensino na regiao de Bengala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmuDuTTkh9I/AAAAAAAAACU/Lm5OeKCoF0o/s1600-h/Img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074294236642576338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmuDuTTkh9I/AAAAAAAAACU/Lm5OeKCoF0o/s320/Img014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blog que nunca mais vinha aqui esta!!! Educacao!!!&lt;br /&gt;(este e um post especial!!! Nada de pensar... &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bangladesh e um pais de escolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem milhares de escolas espalhadas por todo o Bangladesh para milhares de criancas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que vou contar sao pequenas historias sobre o metodo de ensino nesta regiao que me faz lembrar talvez um mundo onde os meus avos viveram enquanto criancas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira vez que tive alguma percepcao sobre os metodos de ensino generalizados no Bangladesh foi atraves da Ruth a Holandesa que me fui despedir na Alliance Francaise. A conversa surgiu num dia em que estava a ler no cafe e ela surgiu ao longe. Acenei e ela sentou-se comigo. Estivemos a falar algumas 3 horas... Bem, o estudo dela foi feito na India, nesta regiao de Bengala, e no Bangladesh. Ela foi a varias escolas Primarias e fazia alguns testes. Inicialmente apercebeu-se de que os alunos eram muito bons a ler e liam muito rapido. Mas despois de alguma atencao parecia que eles nao estavam a ler. Ela comprou um livro de criancas. Muito simples. Mais simples do que aqueles que eles liam. E... eles nao conseguiam ler uma linha. Numa turma de 30 alunos havia 1 ou 2 que conseguia ler vagamente algumas palavras!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao longo do seu estudo apercebeu-se de que este metodo e generalizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem falava com o Arnold sobre isso e ele dizia que no Dhaka Project um dos professores de ingles fa-los decorar uma frase do genero "you almighty teacher, give us your wise...". Eles tem de fazer isto ao mesmo tempo que estao de pe e com as maos a segurar as orelhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmuZUzTkh-I/AAAAAAAAACc/zY_efwKymK8/s1600-h/Noahkali,+Bangladesh++Maio+2007+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074317987811723234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmuZUzTkh-I/AAAAAAAAACc/zY_efwKymK8/s200/Noahkali,+Bangladesh++Maio+2007+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais do que estas duas historias... No inicio quando cheguei e estive a trabalhar numa organizacao que se chama Working for a Better Life que trabalha com debates em escolas. Ao falar com os voluntarios apercebi-me que eles nao perguntavam as duvidas que tinham. Estavam perdidos e nao perguntavam. Depois de falarmos um poucos eles explicavam que nas escolas publicas e madrassas eles sao muitas vezes ensinados sob punicoes fisicas, "Perguntar e estupido" e o professor vai dizer que eles sao burros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noutro dia falava em Jeneheida com o Cheif Manager de uma ONG e ele dizia que o problema e que depois as familias nao veem o objectivo de enviar as criancas para escola porque e "useless". Assim esta criado um ciclo de nao valorizacao da educacao e os beneficios dela sao extramamente limitados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-4898476687189697246?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/4898476687189697246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=4898476687189697246' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4898476687189697246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4898476687189697246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/ensino-na-regiao-de-bengala.html' title='Ensino na regiao de Bengala'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmuDuTTkh9I/AAAAAAAAACU/Lm5OeKCoF0o/s72-c/Img014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-6134683019000344593</id><published>2007-06-09T04:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:43.913Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geneva Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guerra da independencia do Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Geneva Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmoftzTkh8I/AAAAAAAAACM/FnIYv3nDl-0/s1600-h/Img019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073902801913153474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmoftzTkh8I/AAAAAAAAACM/FnIYv3nDl-0/s320/Img019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que e o Geneva Camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Geneva Camp e um dos campos que existem em Dhaka que tem refugiados Paquistaneses. Foram colonos do tempo em que o Paquistao e o Banladesh eram um so. Paquistaneses ou de descendencia Paquistanesa , falam Urdo e nao Bangla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apos a guerra da independencia que acabou em 1972 morreram 2 a 3 milhoes de bangladeshis nas maos das tropas Paquistanesas. Bangladesh torna-se independente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estes campos foram criados para estes paquistaneses... Nao tem direito a comprar terra, a passaporte, a sair do pais, ou qualquer outro direito basico de um cidadao de qualquer pais... Estao raptados por uma terra de ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes campos estao sobrelotados com edificios de 3 andares construidos manualmente. Cada campo deve conter 20 a 30 mil pessoas, sendo este numero um numero que tem aumentado dado a elevada taxa de natalidade. (obviamente as criancas perpetuam esta situacao sem direitos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta fotografia e por tras do sitio onde trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No proximo vou falar sobre o sistema de educacao na regiao de Bengala. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-6134683019000344593?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/6134683019000344593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=6134683019000344593' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6134683019000344593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6134683019000344593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/geneva-camp.html' title='Geneva Camp'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmoftzTkh8I/AAAAAAAAACM/FnIYv3nDl-0/s72-c/Img019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-5508128896389781181</id><published>2007-06-06T05:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:44.448Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A vida de pi'/><title type='text'>Mini Post</title><content type='html'>Hoje queria partilhar o que me aconteceu nos meus ultimos dias. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmZa2DTkh5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F6tvEMqYGMI/s1600-h/Img000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072841914926270354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmZa2DTkh5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F6tvEMqYGMI/s200/Img000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tive uma viagem muito interessante a Jeneheida no distrito de Khulna. Distrito originario do tigre de Bengala conhecido por Richard Parker descrito no Livro "A vida de Pi". Mostro uma imagem bastante alucinante do restaurante onde comi os tres dias em que ali estive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviamente nao ha bela sem senao, por isso quando voltei estive doente desde quinta feira ate terca feira (ontem) com uma constipacao severa, um estomago fraco e uns intestinos que pareciam... agua. Ainda assim no domingo quando pensei que estava melhor, fui ver um torneio de futebol no Nordic Club e conheci uma pessoa extremamente acessivel e afavel com quem falei algum tempo. Soube depois que era o embaixador da Dinamarca. Uma pessoa muito proxima. Foi muito interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois piorei... Ate hoje, em que quando acordei pensei... estou livre!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmZeXDTkh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/qE5TdD-ENtQ/s1600-h/Img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072845780396836786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmZeXDTkh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/qE5TdD-ENtQ/s200/Img016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas o que queria partilhar sao os sonhos que tive embriagado por uma dor de cabeca monumental e uma dor de corpo e indisposicao que nao me deixavam fazer nada para alem de pensar que tinha de melhorar. Estes &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmZc-TTkh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-hvThPMCOQY/s1600-h/Img076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sonhos foram fantasticos. Na realidade ja tinha tido alguns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive um sonho em que estive muito proximo da minha mae, estive em lisboa a saborear a luz e o ar. Falei com ela.Foi bom. Mas tudo parecia estranho. Depois ela perguntou-me se ia voltar para o bangladesh. O sonho passou a ser uma especie de pesadelo, em que nao percebia porque me tinha ido embora, porque deixei o bangladesh. Porque nao me deixei envolver o suficiente por este novo mundo... Tinha me ido embora. Era fraco! Nao tinha dinheiro para voltar... Nao tinha perspectiva para a minha vida... Senti desespero. Quando acordei tinha a boca seca, a garganta como uma lixa e o meu estomago revirava. Mas acordei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez este seja um post muito simples mas decidi partilhar. Para o proximo falarei do sistema de educacao no Bangladesh e na zona de benagala da India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-5508128896389781181?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/5508128896389781181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=5508128896389781181' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5508128896389781181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/5508128896389781181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/06/mini-post.html' title='Mini Post'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RmZa2DTkh5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F6tvEMqYGMI/s72-c/Img000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-1197498345287416444</id><published>2007-05-26T07:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:44.772Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rootsandshoots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Plantei uma arvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ontem tive uma experiencia simples mas forte. Plantei uma arvore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlfjoePHdCI/AAAAAAAAABs/y4y44IQbjSc/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068770190079521826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlfjoePHdCI/AAAAAAAAABs/y4y44IQbjSc/s200/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atraves de um dos meus novos amigos, Oliver, que me perguntou na noite anterior se queria ir juntamente com o Arnold (holandes), Alex (Bangladeshi de origem Chinesa e Koreana) e o grupo Roots and Shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim fomos as 7 da manha num grupo de cerca de 30 pessoas. Chegados la estivemos a ver o trabalho deste grupo integrado num projecto do Pai e Mae do Oliver. Eles trabalham directamente com os lideres locais que desenvolvem um trabalho de segmentar e perceber quem e que sao os grupos mais pobres e fragilizados dentro da comunidade. Depois dirigem programas orientados para estes grupos. Ou seja, na zona onde fomos o rendimento e baseado nas fisheries, mas isso tem se tornado um problema com poluicao das fabricas de garnment e doencas endemicas. Assim os projectos sao baseados na diversificacao do rendimento das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Bangladesh a fruta e um luxo por isso esses lideres definiram uma terra que esta partilhada por varias familias e plantamos arvores de fruto. Estas arvores tem um custo aproximado de 100 dolares mas podem dar (cada uma) um rendimento anual a cada familia de 400 dolares o que significa um grande aumento na qualidade de vida destas pessoas. Um dos problemas e que estas arvores vao demorar 7 anos ate darem os primeiros rebentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos grandes problemas do Bangladesh nao e a inexistencia de projectos mas a incapacidade de esses projectos serem integrados na comunidade de forma a que a comunidade valorize e usufrua dos resultados. Normalmente estas iniciativas caem por nao terem a cooperacao dos lideres locais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um momento especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlfjcePHdBI/AAAAAAAAABk/rkycxZi6DgU/s1600-h/DSC02438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068769983921091602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlfjcePHdBI/AAAAAAAAABk/rkycxZi6DgU/s200/DSC02438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enquanto nos e rapazes da escola local cavavamos reuniram-se grupos de pessoas a volta de onde trabalhavamos. Um desses grupos era um grupo de 3 rapazes que estava a ver as raparigas e riam do nosso esforco talves por nao o compreenderem. Um dos rapazes que estava a plantar arvores comigo disse-me num razoavel ingles que eles estavam a gozar comigo. Mais tarde aproximaram-se e perguntei num bangla arcaico: "kaeno kaj koro na?" que quer dizer "porque e que nao trabalham?". Um dos rapazes rapidamente falou num bangla que nao compreendi e que o Arnold replicou num bangla agressivo para eles nao gozarem. Sentiram-se pressionados. Mais tarde voltaram timidos... perguntei "Help?". Rapidamente os 3 rapazes puseram as maos na mesma terra que eu o Arnold e os dois outros rapazes e recolocamos no buraco com a arvore. Perguntei-lhes os nomes. De repente estavamos os 7 a plantar 3 arvores de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti uma frase que o meu pai disse: "O processo e o mais importante." A maneira facil era focar no objectivo de plantar arvores mas comunicando com os rapazes abrimos a oportunidade de poderem dar o seu contributo. O objectivo foi atingido mas o processo abriu as portas para compreenderem a importancia de plantar estas arvores, ajudar, partilhar esforco, e os outros frutos podem esperar os 7 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber mais sobre este grupo: &lt;a href="http://www.ais-dhaka.net/Roots_Shoots/index.html"&gt;http://www.ais-dhaka.net/Roots_Shoots/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-1197498345287416444?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/1197498345287416444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=1197498345287416444' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1197498345287416444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/1197498345287416444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/05/plantei-uma-arvore.html' title='Plantei uma arvore'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlfjoePHdCI/AAAAAAAAABs/y4y44IQbjSc/s72-c/Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-4607963263852338577</id><published>2007-05-24T05:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:45.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam da kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugueses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espirito portugues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Identidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Portugueses (ao som de "Pratica(mente)" de Sam da Kid)</title><content type='html'>Anteontem fui-me despedir de uma Holandesa que esteve a fazer um estudo sobre a educacao no Bangladesh e na India. As conclusoes dao para um novo Post! Continuando.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combinamos juntar um pequeno grupo na Alliance Francaise na zona de Dhamondi. Decidi ir ape de onde trabalho ate la. E aproximadamente 1 hora a pe com um calor que nos desfaz. Cheguei encharcado e bebi um cafe (uma agua preta de um nescafe soluvel). Tinha saudades... Esperei e chegou ela com a comitiva de despedida. No grupo conheci uma pessoa que se chama Paul James Gomes, Film maker. Depois de saber que &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlUoMePHc8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/HLkHi6zFg0I/s1600-h/PICT0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068001150415369154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlUoMePHc8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/HLkHi6zFg0I/s200/PICT0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eu era portugues disse-me que ele tinha descendencia Portuguesa. Disse-me que ha algumas igrejas espalhadas pelo Bangladesh do tempo dos portugueses e dos armenios. Ha uma igreja em Dhaka que se chama Portuguese Church. Isto fez-nos falar sobre a actual falta de ligacao historica e falta de conhecimento no mundo sobre o que os portugueses fizeram e a sua influencia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais do que isso... Noutro dia falava com o meu amigo, activista politico, um lider e visionario, hindu, Monon (que quer dizer visao). Que me perguntou; " O que e que aconteceu a Portugal?", "Onde estao os piratas portugueses?". Senti aquela identidade ligada ao saudosismo emergir e revibrar no meu peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comentei isto no primeiro jantar que reuniu toda a comunidade portuguesa neste pais. E obviamente todos nos criticamos a mentalidade portuguesa actual, aquele animismo, amorfismo, aquela falta de espirito, aquela mentalidade pequenina... (comunidade de 4 portugueses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra pequena historia... A minha amiga Junia que vive na mesma casa de trainees que eu, falou-me tambem dos judeus portugueses de Amsterdao. Uma comunidade de cultura elevada, de classe alta que viviam do comercio e influenciaram em muito a ascencao da Holanda do sec XVII. O seu meio irmao e descendente desses judeus portugueses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei deste conjunto de eventos que me fizeram sentir... em casa...mas...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlUs7ePHc9I/AAAAAAAAABE/qcryAr5BbkQ/s1600-h/Noahkali,+Bangladesh++Maio+2007+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068006355915731922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlUs7ePHc9I/AAAAAAAAABE/qcryAr5BbkQ/s200/Noahkali,+Bangladesh++Maio+2007+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaccao tipica! AH ERAMOS TAO GRANDES E AGORA SOMOS TAO PEQUENOS... Sinto que isto depende apenas da atitude de cada um. Penso que esses portugueses que descobriram, se misturaram, partilharam, lutaram, eram apenas pessoas que estavam imbuidos de uma cultura, um estado de espirito de descoberta, aprendizagem e mentalidade aberta ao risco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos que aprender a olhar para o passado para projectarmos o futuro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU DIGO NAO AO SAUDOSISMO! Luto por algo mais e valorizo a aprendizagem. Aprender e o segredo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando vemos a vida como uma aprendizagem podemos sempre fazer a diferenca.&lt;br /&gt;Em casa, no trabalho, em Portugal, no Bangladesh ou na Quinta da Serra que e um bairro de Luso-africanos (e "apenas" um bairro de barracas no meio do betao). Aprender e viver. Quando achamos que sabemos tudo... paramos de aprender... perdemos humildade e ficamos secos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-4607963263852338577?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/4607963263852338577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=4607963263852338577' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4607963263852338577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4607963263852338577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/05/portugueses-ao-som-de-praticamente-de.html' title='Portugueses (ao som de &quot;Pratica(mente)&quot; de Sam da Kid)'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlUoMePHc8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/HLkHi6zFg0I/s72-c/PICT0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-4548374160823556156</id><published>2007-05-23T04:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:45.323Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Ensaio sobre a cegueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlO6PePHc6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/72Gw7Nkqr1o/s1600-h/nav+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067598780699210658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlO6PePHc6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/72Gw7Nkqr1o/s200/nav+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje acordei irritado! Muitas vezes tenho este sentimento pouco nobre... E a pressao de uma sociedade em que o teu espaco e mais limitado por haver mais gente. As pessoas interferem directamente nas tuas coisas sem se aperceberem que isso cria um certo desconforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira reaccao e obviamente tentar proteger o meu espaco. O que inicialmente funciona. Mas a medida que o tempo passa esse espaco e diminuido com essa pulsao natural das pessoas entrarem no que eu considero o meu espaco natural. Para elas esse espaco vagamente existe. Especialmente num pais onde muita gente vive em espacos limitados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlO7luPHc7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/rfjkkFZEPw4/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067600262462927794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlO7luPHc7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/rfjkkFZEPw4/s200/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E uma especie de quadro em que as pessoas saem da tela e veem ter connosco e trazem um ruido ensurdecedor. Agora imaginem que na mesma tela num segundo e terceiro plano tem uma sociedade em que nao conseguem compreender os sinais, os simbolos, os icons, as letras, comportamentos, ou o que nos dizem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece-me que a pulsao natural de proteger e uma decisao sem frutos... apesar de ser natural. Acho que o segredo e conseguir ler os pequenos sinais que sao comuns a quaisquer humanos. Ler os olhos das pessoas, as atitudes, a forma como se aproximam. Ou seja o segredo nao e lutar contra a pressao mas utilizar a energia que ela tem para poder aprender a ser humano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-4548374160823556156?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/4548374160823556156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=4548374160823556156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4548374160823556156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/4548374160823556156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/05/ensaio-sobre-cegueira.html' title='Ensaio sobre a cegueira'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlO6PePHc6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/72Gw7Nkqr1o/s72-c/nav+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-6148215478411568729</id><published>2007-05-22T07:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:45.776Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenvolvimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Lost in Bangladesh Translation</title><content type='html'>O Bangladesh e um pais fortissimo, cheio de vida, pessoas por todo o lado! Literalmente! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlLFiePHc5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/catd27pMMdw/s1600-h/Bangladesh+3+semana+Abril+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067329726767920018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlLFiePHc5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/catd27pMMdw/s200/Bangladesh+3+semana+Abril+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o pais com maior densidade populacional no mundo. Sao 145 milhoes de pessoas na mesma area que Portugal ocupa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sao 145 milhoes de pessoas! Sao metade da populacao dos Estados Unidos, todos no estado de Nova Iorque. Sao toda a populacao da Russia em Portugal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podemos mesmo ver assim: se em Portugal quando olho a volta vejo 1 pessoa, aqui vejo... 14!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um segundo dado que me parece extremamente relevante e o nivel de pobreza e a forma como as pessoas interagem com esse conceito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlK73ePHc3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PuwnrK7Tv24/s1600-h/nav+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067319092428895090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlK73ePHc3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PuwnrK7Tv24/s200/nav+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que se chega ao Bangladesh (para quem nunca esteve noutro pais em desenvolvimento como eu) temos a sensacao de que todas aquelas pessoas sao pobres... desde o rikshaw puller passando pela menina que vende colares de flores na rua ou ate mesmo a pessoa que trabalha numa loja na zona rica da cidade. De facto quando comecas a viver aqui, percebes que ha realmente muitas diferencas... muitas mesmo... e que aquilo que te parecia pobre passa a ser rico... Depois todo o teu conceito de pobreza muda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estes foram as minhas 2 primeiras sensacoes fortes que tive ao chegar a este pais de cultura forte e costumes intrincados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-6148215478411568729?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/6148215478411568729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=6148215478411568729' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6148215478411568729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/6148215478411568729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-in-bangladesh-translation.html' title='Lost in Bangladesh Translation'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zLEHmT4nFh0/RlLFiePHc5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/catd27pMMdw/s72-c/Bangladesh+3+semana+Abril+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117670459755559403</id><published>2007-04-16T06:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:23:17.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/1600/468161/IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/320/888145/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I and two of my brand new friends discussed a very controversial topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is poverty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: anyone that lives with less then 1 dollar per day???&lt;br /&gt;Is this poverty!? Or a market mesurement of poverty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our questions was if a cleaning woman that works in the best area of Bangladesh, that is the 4th wife of a men that has a bunch of kids is a poor person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a poor person is someone that doesn’t have a house, or someone that doesn't know how is going to get food for the next meals or someone that is begging on the streets but has money to eat. Or someone that has education but lost everything in a flood and has a debt to a bank that will take his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/1600/985308/IMG_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/320/781116/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which one is poorer? A woman, a man,  an elder or a child?What is your opinion? What do you feel? How can we change this? Most of the people just avoid thinking about this!!! Just try... whatever pops into your mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See next posts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/1600/245647/nav%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/320/638238/nav%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117670459755559403?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117670459755559403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117670459755559403' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117670459755559403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117670459755559403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/04/poverty.html' title='Poverty ?'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117303304497596657</id><published>2007-03-04T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:52:31.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Esperanto estas lingvo kun multaj trajtoj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/NKUwn1cv0R4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NKUwn1cv0R4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bem queria falar um pouco sobre o Esperanto. &lt;br /&gt;O meu pai, aqui à alguns anos, falou-me do Esperanto como uma lingua artificial, criada para ser simples e promover a interacção das várias culturas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me questionei sobre: como seria o som da lingua, que pessoas a falam e como seria construida.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi fazer uma pesquisa mais profunda e acho Fantástica toda a história riquíssima de como se foi desenvolvendo numa europa cheia de guerras e controvérsias e como se tornou numa lingua global, falada por uma comunidade de pessoas bastante extensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem deixo-vos aqui com uma pequena  introdução ao esperanto e espero que se entusiasmem tanto como eu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117303304497596657?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117303304497596657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117303304497596657' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117303304497596657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117303304497596657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/03/esperanto-estas-lingvo-kun-multaj_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117227425013662189</id><published>2007-02-23T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:31:01.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yunus Nobel Prize&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/uDJ6b9qrTdc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/uDJ6b9qrTdc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt; MICRO CRÉDITO Um conceito inovador para devolver a dignidade a pessoas pobres em todo o mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conceito é simples: emprestar dinheiro a quem precisa, com taxas de juro baixas e sem exigir as garantias tradicionais. Funciona por se dirigir às comunidades e o dinheiro emprestado é garantido pela comunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem este filme é apenas para tomarem um primeiro contacto. Há imensos filmes explicativos no youtube.com onde podem perceber melhor o sistema que está a revolucionar a forma como podemos ajudar pessoas a terem dignidade e recompensa no trabalho que têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem Bem!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117227425013662189?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117227425013662189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117227425013662189' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117227425013662189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117227425013662189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/yunus-nobel-prize-micro-crdito-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117137558165471460</id><published>2007-02-13T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:06:21.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Designer Ross Lovegrove - Work Inspired by Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4986094626368870976&amp;amp;hl=en-GB" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ross Lovegrove leva-nos numa viagem entre a natureza e a criatividade para fazer nascer objectos inovadores. Talvez seja mais conhecido pelo seu trabalho no Sony walkman ou no Apple iMac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho a verem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferência TedTalks. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117137558165471460?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117137558165471460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117137558165471460' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117137558165471460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117137558165471460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/designer-ross-lovegrove-work-inspired.html' title='Designer Ross Lovegrove - Work Inspired by Nature'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117113757832035264</id><published>2007-02-10T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:03:08.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Waking Life - um filme a não perder</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-3991944840671892429&amp;amp;hl=en-GB" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Waking Life (2001) é um filme que nos leva numa viagem cheia de questões sobre o que somos, onde estamos, onde vamos. É um filme de Richard Linklater em que entramos num imaginário mundo recheado de nós mesmos, e da forma como nos relacionamos em sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um filme politico, como pode parecer por este excerto, mas um filme sobre um reconhecimento do que somos no universo, no tempo, no espaço, na sociedade e em nós mesmos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117113757832035264?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117113757832035264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117113757832035264' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117113757832035264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117113757832035264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/waking-life-um-filme-no-perder.html' title='Waking Life - um filme a não perder'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117094700275383409</id><published>2007-02-08T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:03:22.763Z</updated><title type='text'> Desenvolvimento Global - Hans Rosling - TEDTALKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4237353244338529080&amp;amp;hl=en-GB" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Uma conferência sobre o desenvolvimento global - Hans Rosling - demonstra o quanto o mundo mudou nos ultimos 45 anos e coloca em causa mitos que temos sobre a dicotomia paises ricos e países pobres. Mais uma conferencia do conhecido TEDTalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho também a verem o site dele www.gapminder.com onde podem escolher qualquer país a nivel mundial e ver a sua evolução até hoje nos eixos de PIB e Child Survival.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117094700275383409?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117094700275383409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117094700275383409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117094700275383409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117094700275383409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/desenvolvimento-global-hans-rosling_08.html' title=' Desenvolvimento Global - Hans Rosling - TEDTALKS'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117094493442553475</id><published>2007-02-08T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:28:54.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Creative Commons - o que é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1264522233779256784&amp;amp;hl=en-GB" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Creative Commons disponibiliza os instrumentos necessários para deixar autores, cientistas, artistas e educadores registarem o seu trabalho creativo com a liberdade de utilização que quiserem. Utilizam o CC para mudarem os registos dos seus trabalhos dos termos "All Rights Reserved" para "Some Rights Reserved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam o site www.creativecommons.org para saberem mais.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117094493442553475?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117094493442553475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117094493442553475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117094493442553475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117094493442553475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/creative-commons-o-que.html' title='Creative Commons - o que é?'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117089009788916580</id><published>2007-02-07T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:14:57.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/1600/220492/IMG_02361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/400/409264/IMG_02361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117089009788916580?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117089009788916580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117089009788916580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117089009788916580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117089009788916580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38783306.post-117076787984591598</id><published>2007-02-06T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:17:59.853Z</updated><title type='text'>WORLD CHANGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/1600/696076/adimage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/320/669700/adimage.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/1600/367358/wclogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/51/2746/320/476885/wclogo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;World changing é um site e um livro que aborda temas sobre a construção de um mundo sustentável para o nosso futuro. World Changing aborda os seguintes temas: STUFF, SHELTER, CITIES, COMMUNITY, BUSINESS, POLITICS, PLANET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Changing é uma boa análise a problemas actuais no nosso planeta. Aborda desde problemas de sobre população, construção das cidades, ambiente, e economia. O que é positivo é que não se baseia nos problemas, mas sim, em soluções locais ou pontuais que podem servir de exemplos de soluções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38783306-117076787984591598?l=paper451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/feeds/117076787984591598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38783306&amp;postID=117076787984591598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117076787984591598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38783306/posts/default/117076787984591598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paper451.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-changing.html' title='WORLD CHANGING'/><author><name>Pedro Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05962828370745554409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v105/130/105/861220496/n861220496_1456978_434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
