Again Africa
As announced kindly traveling this page, just published a new book of travels in Africa (Kenia y Tanzania), to which the holder has given me poetically Hills that burn, lakes of fire ». In a way, is a title also real, walked across ranges such as battered by the sun seemed to burn and the two lakes to which I looked, the Turkana and Tanganyika, caught fire in the magnificent sunsets.
Following the publication in 2002 the third book in my trilogy of Africa, "The lost roads of Africa", I had promised not to return to the black continent. But Africa is like a bad woman that you are hopelessly in love. And back in 2008 and 2009. I did not think to write about it, but African forces you to write about it: is like an evil boss who always imposes obligations.
And there's the book.
Africa is like a bad woman that you are hopelessly in love
I have sworn, anyway, not to travel to Africa and write a line in my life on it. But you know that man is an animal that is often lacking to his promises and oaths, what makes us worthy of hell. A few days ago I saw a video, Included on this page VaP., from a trip to South Africa, Malawi and Mozambique, and after reading a text of my namesake great Javier Brandoli, the African bug began to itch again. Why not return?
La primera vez que escuché hablar del «mal de África» yo no había viajado al continente más allá de la cordillera del Atlas. I explained that was a rare heart disease that drives you, when you've walked the earth sub-Saharan, back there again and again.
Once I saved from malaria in the Amazon, pero del «mal de África» no he podido sanar. I will die with the disease
And I. And contracted the disease. And there is no cure or vaccine. Once I saved from malaria in Amazon, pero del «mal de África» no he podido sanar. I will die with the disease.
And write about it? It is impossible to escape: because when you take the pen to remember the days spent in the continent, back next to you smells and odors, the voices, the color and flavor of the African. Fatigue Africa, pero en cierto sentido sucede con ella lo que con la antigua «mili»: that over time, remember only the good. Y llegas a añorar el polvo de los caminos y el cansancio de las horas a bordo de desastrosos «matatus» o «dalla-dallas».
On his deathbed, still very young, devoured by malaria, Scottish explorer Joseph Thomson left the: «Si pudiera levantarme, me calzaría ahora mismo las botas y me iría a vagabundear por África».
Well, that.
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mayte
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What will, what will you have this hot continent that some of us hooked and we loose!!! Hopefully we all knew to expect it so enveloping words as does Mr.. Reverte.
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Amaia
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What reason have Mayte.
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Roberto
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Fuck, I've seen the video of the speaker and I loved. No wonder that you liked very Reverte. I want to go, but still I have to save some
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