Juan Antonio ‘Juantxu’ Rodriguez Moreno (Bilbao, 1957 – Panama, 1989) portrayed the reality from a independent perspective until he died while working in Panama. On December 21, 1989 an American marine shot him to death, becaming the first Spanish photojournalist killed in armed conflict. He was reporting the Panama invasion by USA army for ‘El Pais’.
Juantxu Rodriguez began his photographic career in 1979. Melilla was one of his first destinations, where he met a Saharawi who made him beign increasingly inspired by the Saharawi culture and traditions.
Here’s something to inspire you…
I’ve always been a sporty type, football being my main interest, but I got into long-distance running a couple of years ago. I’d always wanted to run a marathon and had watched the London Marathon on TV ever since I was a kid, wondering if I could do it.
In Nov ’09 I was lucky enough to get a place on the New York marathon. The day was amazing. I achieved a time of 3:36 hours which, for my first marathon, I was really happy with. Not long afterwards I was offered a place through my work to run the London Marathon the following April ’10. Having enjoyed the New York so much I jumped at the chance and managed to achieve a time around London of 3:24 which I was thrilled at. Suddenly I was hooked! The buzz from crossing the finish line is something that is difficult to put into words.
I found myself surfing the internet looking for what other marathons there were around the world. Before I knew it I’d set myself a personal challenge to run a marathon on every continent. Having ran on two continents already, I started to look at possible marathons for the remaining 5 (including Australasia)…
A poem by Inua Ellams – ‘Fighters and Lovers’ calls to mind the plight of the Saharawi, and urges that we must hope. That there will be a future which doesn’t conform to the present situation in the Western Sahara. That this future is destiny.
When dawn breakslike a stretched sonata silence brown handling
the fantastic blue, when dust litters this new quite
like the substance of prophecies before its period
of bloom, when life lulls the living back to its true paths
Our change will come.
It will come after a tumultus multitude of fighters
have expired for a reason not worth the breath
it is uttered with. It will come after the structures
of global lies fall, sparking the Exodus, movement
of the people with their minds in tow, it will come.
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