111 Stolpboerderij De Harn—Ilpendam, Where Jeannette Remains a Geographer

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111 Stolpboerderij De Harn—Ilpendam, Where Jeannette Remains a Geographer

Jeannette and her golden retriever, Bram, host the best Airbnb that I have ever stayed at—a barn in a village just outside Amsterdam. I asked why the landscape looks so much like the paintings by the Dutch masters ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musicians, Dana Boulé.

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To look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map.
— Vincent Van Gogh

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110 The Fata Morgana—Rome, Where Peter Immigrated

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110 The Fata Morgana—Rome, Where Peter Immigrated

Peter oversees the creation of the most wonderful gelato in Rome, at Fata Morgana Gelato. Though Italian by ancestry, he grew up in Canada and moved to the bel paese only later. I asked what it felt like to immigrate ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musicians, Dana Boulé.

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I wander and wander along, and forever before me gleams the shining city of song.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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107 Multi-Colored Mirrors—Ireland, Where Sam Bought a Motorcycle

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107 Multi-Colored Mirrors—Ireland, Where Sam Bought a Motorcycle

Sam rode his new bike from Ireland to Prague where we met in front of the Lennon Wall, a living memorial layered over in years of graffiti. Decades ago, Beatles quotes scribbled there launched the Velvet Revolution. I asked what words he added ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musicians, Dana Boulé.

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Oh to be a sparrowhawk.
— Anonymous Troubadour, Eleventh Century

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103 Burnout—Oaxaca, Where Meghan Recovered

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103 Burnout—Oaxaca, Where Meghan Recovered

Meghan had an epiphany in Mexico. I asked whether it’s possible to bring her insight back into settled life ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

Consider donating to Westin's Fund, a charity that covers the costs for grieving parents related to miscarriages and stillbirths:

Les soins accordés au malade, l’accueil offert au proscrit, le pardon même ne valent que grâce au sourire qui éclaire la fête. Nous nous rejoignons dans le sourire au-dessus des langages, des castes, des partis. Nous sommes les fidèles d’une même Église, tel et ses coutumes, moi et les miennes.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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102 One Twenty-Fifth of a Second—Yugoslavia, Where Wade Photographed War

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102 One Twenty-Fifth of a Second—Yugoslavia, Where Wade Photographed War

Wade Goddard established a museum for war photography that you must visit in Dubrovnik, Croatia, War Photo Limited. He came to Yugoslavia in the 90s. I asked what it was like to travel in a country that no longer exists ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

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Is there a time for keeping your distance?
— U2

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101 Celebration of Life Festival—The Mississippi, Where Z Parted the Clouds

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101 Celebration of Life Festival—The Mississippi, Where Z Parted the Clouds

Z spent some time traveling in a band, so naturally, I asked whether that changed him ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

Consider donating to Westin's Fund, a charity that covers the costs for grieving parents related to miscarriages and stillbirths:

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Are you not moved, when all the sway of earth shakes like a thing unfirm?
— Shakespeare

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100 And Who Is My Neighbor?—Chicago, Where Martin Failed

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100 And Who Is My Neighbor?—Chicago, Where Martin Failed

Martin Luther King, Jr. moved to Chicago in 1966 to try to end slums. I did not know until a few years ago, so I went to the spot where he lived and asked Trevor Riley, the community organizer in charge of the MLK Fair Housing Exhibit Center at the MLK Legacy Apartments in North Lawndale to tell the story of that campaign ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

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The human spirit does not move without great difficulty.
— Martin Luther King, Jr.

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98 Writ in Water—Rome, Where John Died

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98 Writ in Water—Rome, Where John Died

The Keats-Shelley House in Rome overlooks the Spanish Steps where the great English poet John Keats lived his final days. I asked its director, Dr. Giuseppe Albano, what moved Keats  ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

Visit the Keats-Shelley House.

Listen to Eltaj's story of visiting there in Episode 92: The Wave and Sea.

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Who reads into distances reads beyond us.
— Seamus Heaney

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97 A Time for War—Idaho, Where Ernest Lost His Memories

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97 A Time for War—Idaho, Where Ernest Lost His Memories

Ernest Hemingway lived in Chicago, Italy, Kansas City, Paris, Toronto, Arkansas, Spain, Cuba, Florida, and finally, Idaho. I asked Nancy Sindelar, whose recent book Influencing Hemingway traces how these places and other factors might have shaped his writing, what moved him to travel so much ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders.

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You can find Nancy Sindelar's Influencing Hemingway: People and Places that Shaped His Life and Work on Amazon by clicking here.

 

Or you can visit her website: nancysindelar.com.

 

Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

 

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"Se vuelve de la inspiración como se vuelve de un país extranjero. El poema es la narración del viaje."
—Federico García Lorca

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96 Cara de Bobo—Mexico City, Where Gabo Read Kafka

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96 Cara de Bobo—Mexico City, Where Gabo Read Kafka

Gabriel García Márquez began his writing career in Cartagena, Colombia, but it took him all over the world. I asked a guide there, Duran Duran, to tell me what exactly happened during his exile in Mexico City that made Márquez sequester himself to write his great book One Hundred Years of Solitude ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to Duran Duran for so meticulously researching Márquez's life and literature to make the tour so satisfying. And special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

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K. kept feeling that he had lost himself, or was further away in a strange land than anyone had ever been before, a distant country where even the air was unlike the air at home, where you were likely to stifle in the strangeness of it, yet such were its senseless lures that you could only go on, losing your way even more.
— Franz Kafka

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95 The Universal Particular—Dublin, Where James Etched His Heart

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95 The Universal Particular—Dublin, Where James Etched His Heart

James Joyce never lived in Dublin again once he left yet poured all he knew of the city into his masterpiece Ulysses. I asked the Friends of the Joyce Tower Society in Sandycove, where the novel begins, just exactly how this self-imposed exile shaped Joyce's art ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders. Special thanks to James Holahan for his wonderful skill at bringing Joyce and Ulysses to life. And special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

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A way a lone a last a loved a long.
— James Joyce

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94 First Sighting of the Sea—Valparaíso, Where Pablo Brought 2,000 Refugees

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94 First Sighting of the Sea—Valparaíso, Where Pablo Brought 2,000 Refugees

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Pablo Neruda's house in Santiago, Chile has been preserved as a museum, called La Chascona. I asked Javier Ormeño Bustos to explain how travel shaped the great poet's life ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders.  Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

You can learn more about the events described in this episode at the following links:

The general context and implications of the Spanish refugees in France: 

https://elpais.com/elpais/2015/09/03/inenglish/1441275302_272830.html

A testimony in English by one of the refugees, Elena Castedo:

http://www.elenacastedo.com/blog.htm?post=633104

Some articles of Winnipeg on wikipedia:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Winnipeg

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viaje_del_Winnipeg_de_1939

A very good site on the Winnipeg, curated by the National Library of Chile:

http://www.memoriachilena.cl/602/w3-article-732.html

An article by Neruda himself on the Winnipeg.

http://pablo-neruda2-france.blogspot.cl/2009/06/el-winnipeg-y-otros-poemas.html

My spirit has pass’d in compassion and determination around the whole earth, I have look’d for equals and lovers and found them ready for me in all lands …
— Walt Whitman

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93 NGO Hopping—India, Where Mathias Led His Blind Great-Grandfather

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93 NGO Hopping—India, Where Mathias Led His Blind Great-Grandfather

Mathias first went with his great-grandfather to India at age 7, but that's only one of the many stories he told me about his travels and how they have fed into all the aid work he does now. I asked where we can find more information about his projects ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders.  Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

Visit his social media services company at SuperSocial.at.

Visit his social change project at DigitalParticipationCamp.org.

I say friends in the larger sense of the word: persons seen only once or frequented my whole life: provided that between us, at least for a moment, a string stretched, a well-defined thread.
— Primo Levi

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92 The Wave and Sea—Europe, Where Eltaj Wants to be a Famous Writer

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92 The Wave and Sea—Europe, Where Eltaj Wants to be a Famous Writer

Eltaj left Sudan and crossed the Mediterranean from Libya to Italy, where we met in a small migrant camp at an abandoned train station in Rome. I asked if he wanted to visit the Keats-Shelley House together ... and hope listening like this evaporates borders.  Special thanks to the musician, Dana Boulé.

Sus sueños terminaban frente a ese mar color de ceniza, espumoso y sucio, que no merecía los riesgos y sacrificios de su aventura.
— Gabriel García Márquez

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