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MicroView: What the Pain Protects

STORY BY PETE SHERRY

In June 2019, at the age of 43, I was diagnosed with Stage 3 colon cancer. I underwent colon resection surgery and eight months of chemotherapy, and was then declared “cancer free” in the early spring of 2020.

MicroView From a Pandemic: Hungary

ENGLISH AND HUNGARIAN TEXT BY ZSOFIA GERLEI
PHOTOS BY ARMON MEANS

Just like most parts of the world, Hungary registered its first COVID-19 cases in March. Nine months ago, as I write this in December, which should feel like a long time but honestly it doesn’t. Maybe because looking back at it, it hasn’t brought much of a change for me.

MicroView: Mahboob’s Afghanistan

STORY AND PHOTOS BY MAHBOOB FAIZI


In the newest installment in our roving View From Here series Mahboob Faizi takes us to a quiet spot near Kabul, Afghanistan. With this article, we’re excited to add a new language in our Sans Frontières series of articles published in multiple languages. Mahboob has written for us in both English and Dari, which is the version of Persian spoken in Afghanistan.

MicroView: Khuruskhul, Cox’s Bazar

STORY AND PHOTOS BY NIHAB RAHMAN

Our View From Here series is back as Nihab Rahman takes us inside a little moment of Bangladeshi life.

Near Chowfol-Dondi Bridge in Khuruskhul, Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh, Ziyaul Haque, 21 years old, repairs his five-year-old boat for its next destination, which is Sundarbans, the only mangrove forest in Bangladesh.

MicroView: Lesbos, Greece

STORY AND PHOTOS BY JAMES CHARLES

In this series, we offer you a little window onto life in one corner of the world or another. Enjoy peaking through the curtains with us!

MicroView: Kuta, Albania

STORY AND PHOTOS BY NICK ST.OEGGER

In this series, we offer you a little window onto life in one corner of the world or another. Enjoy peeking through the curtains with us!

The late afternoon sun beats down on the open central square of Kuta, where the old men have retreated to the shadows of a café, smoking and quietly chatting. It’s market day, and a woman with her fruit stand braves the heat with her friends. I pick up a few apples and figs, but when I reach for some money, she smiles and waves it away, telling me in Albanian that it is a gift.