"Sonaba una banda de bossanova uruguayo-brasileña, and whiskey and roast ran from one table to another in an atmosphere of border fraternities and imported beers."
A country that has a lot of my image and my heart on this continent. I hardly ever go and somehow never let me go. Now too, by breakdowns, for commitments and that Zambia will never know where it ends the whole. South Luangwa, as I was the Lower Zambezi Park, Iran always with me, Iran always in my memory Africa.
Upon arrival we see again those three Syrian families who have been there for two days. They sit around a table with their children playing between the tables. They, All the men, They limit themselves to watching the news at all hours of a channel that does not stop talking about Syria and showing images of the war. They do it in silence, circling the screen, with due attention to listen to how others narrate their lives.
They end up being prostitutes, slave labor or sell their organs for magical rituals for less than 50 euros or several sacks of potatoes. They are trafficked by their own acquaintances and relatives. Some escape and manage to narrate the lived horror. There are associations that fight between threats to free them. Less than 10 percent will go home.
Have water?, asked. “No, no water, "he said quietly as the two we lay on a plastic couch office whose ceiling had a crack that threatened to collapse on our heads.
It can be wild beasts, Paramilitary the terrible storms truenos the arena, But not me who shoots. I'm not there. I have actually disappeared from the scene and is like nothing could touch me except the thrill of meeting just two days' journey from Valdez after a year on the road.
I have also given thanks for not being reduced electric shock as I sprayed his eyes with pepper spray and a German shepherd sharp teeth tore at my low paid, and two large sizes, pants driver.
We stopped to get cash at an ATM and get a police car which was down two officers, one armed with a rifle. They begin to look at our car and we understood we had a problem. A smiling educadísimo official, which there is armed, We are asked to accompany them to Police Station
We went to Malawi the day who had just died its corrupt president. Chronicle of a few hours where we were robbed at the border and tried in another policing. An uprising threatens the country's power struggle.
Wadi Halfa is a moridero. We can stay here forever accompanied by dust and life goes slow. My routine is always the same, sometimes lively night visits as of last night. I heard noises bag, like someone in our olives hurgase.
His harem of fornication is multiplied at the same rate as their finances emetic. Mswati, lord of an estate called Swaziland, landlocked country bordering South Africa and Mozambique, amassed a fortune more than encrypting 100 million .
We reached the border at two p.m.. And it's Sunday. Impact: Lao officials have been very angry, and we have informed: "By coming on a Sunday lunchtime, have to pay a dollar more ".