In the streets of Kinsasa there is mud, Much mud on streets without sidewalks. And there are barefoot children and chaos and markets with food stalls that seem to sell anything ever. There are also puddles and thick smoke of a traffic that can catch you a lifetime. In Kinsasa there are many people, more than 13 or 14 Millions of souls without time to look in the mirror. Except a few men who have decided to stop time. His los sappers, people who go wherever they go, They always do it with the ornament of brand costumes, impeccable, Impolutos, carrying the glamor through the most rickety streets in Africa. Being a sapeur is a way of life, a way to escape hopelessness. They parade their dignity for the forgotten corners of the world.
The victorious Cairo
Now that we've almost burned and Cairo Midan Tahir Square I remember many times I've walked the city, without doubt one of the most exciting cities in the world and undisputed and indisputable capital of Islamic civilization.
