September has passed going around, Lampedusa, Roma, Chiusi, Bruxelles, Stockolm and now back to Abidjan.
No news, neither bad, that’s it.
Author: mc7858attitude
Malaria
Eventually I’ve got it.
Not too strong though.
Sassandra
from upside.
Kinshasa’s view
And this was the panorama of the river Congo and Brazzaville from our balcony.
Bath’s images
This is my bathroom. Souvenir inoubliable.
You are what you own?
The other day I was trying to get my plane to Abidjan. There was a long queue at Barcelona airport and I tried to check in at the automatic counters (only one out of three were working, shame on Air France).
The machine could not recognize me and therefore asked for what other electronic devices ask nowadays to identify you: not the ID card number, the birth date or the name of your parents, but my credit card.
The force of my bank account is greater than the power of my official documents, of my word, of my own image.
The confidence in someone’s personality is based on his belongings more than on his history. How sad.
Becoming waterproof
There are several signs. Denying few coins to all sort of mendicants for an assorted range of good reasons. Treating harshly the street kids ‘because otherwise they will not respect you’. Pulling the leg of a handicapped man (and this phrase is a bad example too).
I am definitely becoming stranger to the local environment. I am affected by the merciless virus contaminating most of international bureaucrats who recreate all over an impermeable globe avoiding to being affected by the circumstances.
Even the guilt feeling, faithful escort within those exotic missions is quieter, almost silent.
Time for a change?
Don’t worry, be happy
People around is quite in a complaining mood.
It seems that expatriats are a modern version of the prisoners embarked on the Spanish ships and forced to row up to America.
Need of levity, relax, amusements.
End of May
This is an endofmay blog, I’m writing to avoid a gap, to fill a possibly empty space, to leave a memory of this month.
I came back from Congo.
Not precisely back, as I went to Roma and not Barcelona (from where I left almost two years before).
Now going to Ivory Coast (again, this time really again).
Today on ‘Repubblica’ an article on Ivory Coast on the first page. Just because of the world championship.
I’m probably going back to Abidjan for the wrong reasons, but, at the end, it’s the job.
Kin-Brazza-Kin
We went to the other side.
We did the same we could have done here; some shopping, lunch in a café, breakfast in an international hotel, newspapers.
Not much for the discovering of a country.
But without telephone, far away from the office and by way of a trip on the river as adventure topping.
Old Brazza would be revolving in his grave.
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