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[inhwa-kim]

Cats on the wall.

Haebangchon(=Liberation Village), Seoul.

Haebangchon(해방촌) is translated into liberation village in English because Haebang(해방) means liberation and Chon(촌) is a village. Right after the Korean ‘Liberation’ from the Japan in 1945 and Korean War in 1950, many displaced refugees from North Korea came into Seoul and placed their new home here. It was originally a very poor village but the scenery is so good that many rich people started to gather here as time gose by and now, a lot of foreigners live here. You can see more foreigners on the streets than Koreans in Haebangchon and it is still not common in Korea.

[rjkoehler]

Another long-exposure sunset at Ichon Hangang Park.

[emilcej]

[breathtakingdestinations]

Osaka - Japan (by Hans Permana) 

[7tny]

[awwww-cute]

[earthunboxed-blog-deactivated20]

Cherry blossoms in Bonn, Germany | by Andre Distel

[fashion-clue]

www.fashionclue.net | Fashion Tumblr, Street Wear, Travel & Food

[ohjessmarie]

[espiacollection]

TE EXTRAÑO HOLDER <3

[joelkinnamanheartbreaker]

Joel Kinnaman

[emilcej]

Just Perfect !

[modelsoffthecatwalk]

[breathtakingdestinations]

York Minster - Minster - England (by Daniel Pietzsch) 

[midnightiscoming-kasabian]

[themotivationjournals]

The best way I can love you is by not losing myself in you, but growing with you.

Navin E. (via wordsnquotes)

[emilcej]

Increíble ver por primera vez en vivo a Paolo Nutini 😄😁

[humansofnewyork]

“I’m starting from nothing. I lost everything back in Venezuela. I had my own natural soap factory but the crisis made it impossible to get ingredients. Then the government began to take 70% of my earnings. I had to close it down. Things got so bad that I couldn’t even find food for my baby. I had a little money, but there was nowhere to buy food. I’d wait in line all day for one bag of flour. We could go days without eating. When I tried to breastfeed my daughter, I’d almost faint. Leaving the country was my only chance. I’d never said ‘goodbye’ to my daughter before. She was screaming my name when I left. It hurt worse than giving birth. But I didn’t have a choice. I told her that I was going to Colombia. I told her that I was going to make a diamond, and I’d bring it back to her. Now I sell key chains in the street. When I make some money, I send packets of food back home. I’m trying to keep a good spirit. I’m doing OK. I grew up very poor. I came from nothing. So I’ve been here before.”

(Bogotá, Colombia)

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My interpreter Juan has kept in touch with Rose, and we put together a small fundraiser if anyone would like to help: http://bit.ly/2pQbI5k