Our days in DR Congo were charming, full of danger,
full of adventures and of course sometimes very lonesome and tedious. In the
first year, there were a lot of stuffs that could make me astonished, people were
quite enchanting, and places were overwhelming. That year, everything was new, unknown,
uncovered. So, boredom could hardly be capable of touching me, though I missed
sometimes my family, my friends, my city and above all my beloved country. The Second and the last year, I became habituated to be there by this time. Of course, each year I
went through a lot of new experiences, I understood and discovered the area in a
new way, the people were being revealed from the different perspective. At the
same time, I got involved unintentionally with the environment and circumstances as
if I was the part of them, and I was there for years, and going to stay forever!
Some sudden
incidents took place, and the real scenario awakened me. I came out from the
unrealistic world, thought that all were nightmares. I tried to convince myself
saying that it was not a matter, what I want that’s important! It was really a
surprising phenomenon: I felt that I started to love Africa!
Now the feeling is slowly decaying, but still this
wild and uncontaminated lands of Africa haunt me in my dormancy!
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