Sudan desert stretches far no voice. Liberty weighs as marble and people, to much confusion, remain anchored to their good manners. Those in which education makes you have to be generous with overseas and force eye contact to say goodbye. I always found there a kind gesture, a sincere offer and a way to go. I was excited and I found Sudan, like so many things, that knowledge of this land ghosts extreme harsh land and other religions with diluted. Not in this beautiful land, not in this town. Sudan is a story without beginning or end.
Ethiopia, ten images
North shows its history with the high forehead, knowing that their kings were great and that his story is beautiful. The south is primtivo, their ancestral tribes are, frozen in time. The people of Ethiopia, the three times I was there, I found girls, rogue, generous, educated and too much weight in their eyes. There was a certain sadness, a field alive and quiet and a free cities.