Clarity of Passionnon profit...supports the last hero in a failing state: the local journalist.Here, we juxtapose shanties of the destitute with houses of the rich. If YOU have a few words or a photograph to bring home the grim reality of destitution, the rapacity of those who would escape, or the risks taken by the local investigative journalists, who unlock the vice of corruption, please email: story@clarityofpassion.com
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Mumbai slum - courtesy Wikipedia
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Aspire to the first property? Consider life in the second. Gated communities will not for ever keep the poor at bay, and will, in time, come to feel like prisons.The speed at which subsistence farmers are migrating to urban slums to recycle the waste of the adjacent rich is accelerating.‘Out of sight, out of mind’? Then the pressure on us to find answers has become less a matter of conscience, more an imperative for self-preservation.Character period property sale, above Florence. Airport Florence. If we fail to look after the poor where they live, they will help themselves, where we live. But how should we help? Aid has exacerbated poverty, embedding dependence. Exposure of local corruption, which purposefully loots aid programmes, relies on the raw courage of local investigative journalists. The local journalist, who flags up injustice and corruption, is the last hero in a failing state. Amnesty supports this journalist, when he falls foul of a repressive regime. Please send your brief property story to: story@clarityofpassion.com to help us to support Amnesty www.amnesty.org We stress that we have no connection with this excellent organisation .We feature some of your stories in preference to more extensive estate agents' advertorial, shown in red. My Property Story (not related to photo) by D.B.Jones Only breath and crime are tax-free. The twenty thousand acres of prime farmland below my terrace attest to that. Today, I am oddly shocked by the enormity of the assiduously laundered, manicured beauty of my holding, in a way that the far more valuable investment portfolio does not touch me.Character period property sale, Venda do Porco, Coimbra, outskirts of village in central Portugal. Airport Opporto+ Lisbon. 3000 sq metres of land. Ref Pn 685 My Property Story (not related to photo) by Philip Korski It is what the English do, isn’t it? -Write about their gardens, their former wives, their houses, and they do it in the garden shed. My Property Story (not related to photo) by Hal Jamersen Sitting in silence, I gazed up at a shaft of light from the high stained-glass window. Suspended in that beam hung a gently moving swirl of dust. It was a perfect cliché-moment of complete surrender. His house was now my house. All intellectual responsibility evaporated. It was like sinking into a warm bath. I was fourteen. Art Decco 19th century Palazzo, Abruzzo. Airport Pescara. 10km to sea, 200km to Rome. My Property Story by Hanley Maude I like a whitewashed peasant house,
My Property Story by R.D. Sanjit "Supports the unknown local journalist? -Really? -Bastard cost me my family and my house: he's not unknown to me." "I'm sorry. And what do you do?" "I'm a sort of banker." "You mean a loan salesman?" For more property 'that is not grotesquely ostentatious: that is more quietly right'. (Sefton Gurney) try www.propertyflagship.com
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