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The Code of Thieves

January 20, 2010 | 0 Comments

The first mafia tattoo he ever saw: a cross inked on a man’s chest. He didn’t understand what it meant or why it was important. Throughout his childhood and adolescence, however, he would come to...

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As The Riots Raged

January 20, 2010 | 2 Comments

With each laborious gasp of air, the white, hazy smoke seared my throat like a sizzling frying pan. Tear gas stocked the Athenian streets, hissing between stampeding feet, falling rocks, shattered glass, and overturned cars....

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Living the Life of a Minority

January 20, 2010 | 1 Comments

I watched as her pudgy lips squished together over and over. Slowly, her 99-cent lipstick rubbed onto her teeth. I hoped that bad fashion taste wasn’t contagious because of all places and all people, she...

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“Torero”

January 20, 2010 | 0 Comments

I’ve begun to suspect myself of fighting bulls during much of my spare time. I imagine a Fight Club-type scenario in which, when I believe I am sleeping, I am actually prancing around a sold-out...

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Flush of Culture

January 20, 2010 | 1 Comments

Pulling you out of your comfort zone, toilets around the globe reflect economical situations and cultural values....

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Embracing the Elements: Water

January 20, 2010 | 0 Comments

From cultivation to consumption, cleanliness to conservation, water spills from every facet of life. However, it’s the methods of conservation and the traditional practices of cleanliness that a culture molds into their own. The unique...

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Not-to-be-forgotten Sports Memorabilia

January 20, 2010 | 1 Comments

In Zambia, the Chicago Bears are champions; in Nicaragua, the New England Patriots finished the season undefeated 19-0; and in El Salvador, the Cardinals are king....

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A Celtic Tale

January 20, 2010 | 0 Comments

"They blew up my car,” Istvan said in a thick Hungarian accent. “It’s completely destroyed.” I could hear the numb roar of the fire brigade’s sirens outside my five-story apartment in Dublin’s city center. His...

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