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Polina Rud

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🌿Co-founder @elmundoduele
📑PhD researcher I Artists Defying the Status Quo
💡Psychology, Activism, Collective healing en @itsnot.theend

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En esta conversación con María José Martínez @majomartinezp_ activista y defensora de los derechos humanos de los que están adentro de la cárcel, exploramos las capas más profundas del sistema penitenciario y su impacto invisible:

— Por qué las cárceles castigan la pobreza más que el delito.
— Cómo las mujeres viven una doble condena: jurídica y social.
— Qué ocurre con los hijos que crecen dentro de prisión.
— Por qué es tan difícil reinsertarse cuando la sociedad sigue siendo punitiva.
— Y cómo los proyectos culturales y bibliotecas dentro de las cárceles pueden reabrir la puerta a la dignidad.

Enorme agradecimiento por grabar esta entrevista a @gabriel.atalagaray

Link en bio para que puedan ver la entrevista completa by @_polinarud

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So grateful to the whole Inner Traditions team @inner_traditions for their careful editing, for their trust in this project, and for the generous support they’ve given me throughout the publication journey.

Link in bio to buy this book🫀🌿 by @_polinarud

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9 months ago

Cuanta más violencia! Quizas la verdadera valentía latinoamericana está en estas mujeres que, sin armas ni ejércitos, siguen desmantelando a diario la historia que quiso escribirlas desde el dolor. by @_polinarud

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9 months ago

Temporada global de autogoles! Como nos autodestruimos sin notarlo by @_polinarud

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10 months ago

Any miracles this year? Shaaare - just to remind ourselves that miracles still exist. ✨

#christmasmiracle #achievement #yearinreview by @_polinarud

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10 months ago

Estoy soñando con una casa que no me quite el sueño. ¿ustedes?

Este texto nació después de escuchar tantas historias y ponencias en el Congreso de @flacsoargentina @flacso

#crisisdevivienda #dondevivir by @_polinarud

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What if compassion was the most radical form of resistance?
In this conversation with Rama Mani and Alexander Schieffer, In this conversation with Rama Mani and Alexander Schieffer — who are on a seven-year pilgrimage across every country on Earth — we explore what it truly means to live that question.
💥 What does justice mean when politics fail us?
💥 And what if the real revolution starts with something as simple — and as hard — as feeling at home?

In 2025, they received the Gusi Peace Prize for Planetary Peace and Transformative Leadership — one of the rare occasions the prize was granted to a movement rather than individuals, and only a year after beginning their seven-year “Our One Home Journey.

Full interview link in bio

Filming credits: @gabriel.atalagaray
#homeforhumanity #ramamani by @_polinarud

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Coincidences have been following me my whole life.

РУС ESP ⬇️

Sometimes I think God likes to have a little fun, writing the most unexpected plot twists into my script. Each year, I remember it not by what I achieved, but by the coincidences that felt too impossible to make up. Take this year, for example — a trip to Tulum for work and friends. One of those half‑planned adventures where you buy the ticket and let others take care of the rest. And suddenly, I find myself living in the exact same building I stayed in six years ago.

Six years.
Another life.
Different relationships, different doubts, a different kind of clarity.
Back then I cried — for love, for fear, for exhaustion, for not knowing how to move forward. And now, standing in the same place, I felt… strange. As if two versions of me were looking each other in the eye from different worlds. Then a crazy thought hit me — the kind that gives you goosebumps: what if it was me, from today, who sent determination to that version of my past self? We’re so used to asking the future — *what’s next for me?* — that we forget to imagine we could also speak from the future to our past.

They say that on an atomic level, everything happens at the same time — something scientists describe as *quantum entanglement*, that mysterious connection linking particles — and maybe moments — beyond space and time. It reminded me of the movie *Everything Everywhere All at Once*, where time twists into an infinite spiral of possible versions. What if it was me, walking more firmly now and doubting a little less, who whispered back then: “Do it, baby. Take the leap. Don’t be afraid.”

Maybe at that moment, I dared only because my future self was already holding me up. Crazy, right? It feels like a conversation between our different versions. A wink between the me who was and the me who will be.

There was another coincidence too… but I’ll save that one for another day. Wouldn’t want to overdose you on magic.

Photo credits:
@conirosnam by @_polinarud

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One day I realized something unsettling: hardly anyone dreams anymore.

I don’t mean the kind you have at night — I mean those wild delusions of grandeur that make you believe you could actually change something.

The system convinced us that dreaming is impractical… and the saddest part is, we believed it.

At some point, the space of dreaming became political, and without noticing, we were castrated of our ability to imagine.

We were trained for productivity, not for hope.

And so, between bills, deadlines, and self-help on subscription, capitalism pulled off its most elegant trick: **stealing our desire to try something crazy.**

Then I watched The Rose Island.

An Italian engineer in the 1960s built his own island in the Adriatic Sea — just to escape the rules of the world.

A micro-nation of freedom. A beautiful madness. A tangible dream.

And I thought: maybe sanity is just a sophisticated form of surrender.

Because to castrate the dream doesn’t only kill imagination — it paralyzes action.

How many times does it happen to us? Before we even try, we’ve already rehearsed every possible failure.

Self-criticism. Self-censorship. Self-exile.

But The Rose Island reminded me of something I’d forgotten: failing while dreaming is still more dignified than succeeding through obedience.**

So I couldn’t help but wonder… what if the next act of rebellion isn’t only to protest — but also to dream again? by @_polinarud

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Por un momento el continente era entero …
Hace un par de meses en las tierras de Patagonia me vino este poema

Versos tejidos por: Polina Rud @felizfindelmundo_ by @_polinarud

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Is there anything better than friends? Love you all soooo much! The best time ever! @bri.osha @maritvorogova @elena_gorbacheva @tdmitrieva

P.S. I am missing here at least 10 dear and close people ! Sooo tbc! taken in Moscow by @_polinarud

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2 years ago

Wachuma, embracing the blazing sun - perhaps my most authentic and vivid photo. Over the past three and a half years, this cactus has managed to revive my semi-atrophied intuition and mold my psyche into something more adaptable and receptive. Of course, the vessel that is the human body and consciousness requires some preparation-cleaning, polishing, and filling with both theoretical knowledge and experiences gained from encounters with the beautiful and the terrible.

Historically, indigenous people used this cactus to walk in the mountains; the arid, waterless terrain forced travelers to rely solely on the succulent flesh hidden behind the long needles. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that this seemingly harsh, prickly, and unwelcoming cactus is remarkably tender and soft on the inside. Its pinkish-white flowers hint at its gentle nature.

The only question that remains for Argentinians is how Difunta Correa died of thirst in the deserts of San Juan, since this cactus thrives there. Argentinians revered Difunta Correa as a saint because, despite perishing from thirst in the desert, her lifeless body miraculously nourished her newborn until discovered by passersby. If only she had crossed paths with Wachuma...

Encountering the essence of this sage is a privilege, especially on its homeland - a stroke of good fortune. Through the wonders of nature - majestic mountains, towering trees, rushing rivers, buzzing bugs, wild parrots and horses - Wachuma imparts fundamental life lessons. It invites you, not on a rational level, but on a sensual level, to experience the eternal. And if you happen to have unwavering courage coupled with genuine humility, the curtain may be lifted slightly to reveal a glimpse of knowledge.

Lost the knack for writing concisely after completing a book, so the text doesn't fit; the continuation is on the last photos. taken in Andalgalá by @_polinarud

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