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Follow Friday: @MarkAdomanis injects nuance and numbers into Russia debate

On February 28, when reports started coming in that unidentified armed men in combat gear were patrolling outside Crimea’s airport and had occupied the region’s parliament building, Forbes contributor Mark Adomanis (@MarkAdomanis) took to his blog, ‘The Russia Hand’, to

Bullfighting without matadors in northern Spain

Angus “The Scottish Rocket” Ritchie is giving me advice. “If I’m behind you when you look back, that’s good. If you see me ahead of you, that’s very bad.” We are standing on Calle Madrid in Ciudad Rodrigo, looking down

Follow Friday: @ClaireBerlinski, talking Turkey in Paris

The footage out of Istanbul this week was depressingly familiar. The water cannons. The riot police. The Occupy Gezi protesters who last year captured the world’s attention—Turkish flags waving above Taksim Square and all that—once again feeling the brunt of

Follow Friday: @bloggingsbyboz, who has both eyes on Latin America

It has already been an eventful year for a Western media dazzled by the Sturm und Drang of protest and revolution. In the first few months of 2014, it has occasionally paid to have monocular vision: protest-watchers have needed one

Drawing conclusions from the work of El Roto

The Centro de Arte Contemporáneo de Málaga is currently hosting an exhibition of works by El Roto, the pseudonym of Spanish cartoonist Andrés Rabago, whose work appears regularly in the daily newspaper El País. Entitled ‘Apocalipsis: Cartoons from the Book

Follow Friday: @ClairMacD, our woman in Monrovia

In 2011, Australian journalist Clair MacDougall visited Liberia to cover the re-election of President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Africa’s first female head-of-state. Based in neighbouring Ghana at the time, MacDougall became fascinated with what she calls “this small but deeply complex

Follow Friday: @VictoriaCocks1 and @kirstysan, digital adventurers

The opening shots are like something out of a Western. A seemingly endless sky. A row of lopsided power lines. Saltbush. On the soundtrack, the wind whistles across the plain, while a sombre, sonorous voiceover intones: “My father once told

Follow Friday: @tempus_fukit, riding the rails and writing beautifully

I met Joseph Woby by accident. In 2010, I was on my way from Memphis to Jackson on an early-morning Amtrak service when I overheard a British journalist telling an ageing American rocker that he was on his way to