There are cities that welcome the rain as a blessing. And then there are cities like Malang, where rain must be listened to carefully—because sometimes, it comes carrying warnings.
You are correct: Malang is highly prone to hydrometeorological disasters, especially flooding and landslides during the rainy season. This is not fear-mongering. This is reality, shaped by hills, rivers, … Read more
Malang has always been a city that whispers rather than shouts. In the daylight, it welcomes visitors with mountain air and colonial streets. But when night falls, Malang transforms into something more intimate—more emotional. The beauty of Malang at night becomes even more enchanting when memories of the Malang Night Festival of the past come alive in the imagination.
Long … Read more
There are stories that do not begin with heroes, wars, or grand discoveries.
They begin quietly—on a rainy afternoon, when water creeps into homes, when hills lose their grip on the earth, when nature speaks in a language we ignored for too long.
In fact, we can prevent floods and landslides by throwing rubbish in the right place and keeping … Read more
There is something poetic about a house on a hill. It stands quietly above the noise, catching the first light of morning and the last colors of dusk. Many people dream of it—not just for the view, but for the feeling of safety, pride, and permanence it represents.
But behind that beauty lies a truth that cannot be ignored: building … Read more
Sometimes, a city pauses.
On a regular Monday morning, when people were walking fast with coffee in hand and meetings on their minds, the rhythm of Madrid briefly slowed down. In the heart of the Cuatro Torres Business Area, one of the five iconic towers of La Castellana—Torre Foster—was evacuated. Not because of panic, not because of chaos, … Read more
Christmas has a way of slowing time. It invites us to pause, to gather, and to remember that the best moments are often born in the kitchen. In the quiet interior of Granada, in a village called Benamaurel, this feeling becomes tangible. Here, among cave houses carved into the earth and the gentle flow of the Guardal River, Bosco
