Zimbabwe is dust and stone. A country almost dead, a ghost that survives by inertia, for wild. His field is cruel, nice, messy. Zimbabwe is the Africa of yesterday. Its people are cultured and friendly but in their faces you can sense the disenchantment of everything that they are not allowed to be.. Zimbabwe kills itself in its past without knowing if it will be born again. I went several times to meet him and always when he left for his cement borders and rag reflected if he knew what he had just seen. I don't know if I once knew, Everything is complex in that world of death, Misery and pride. «Goodbye Mugabe, old hungry lion of the savannah », I think I remember that my lips bluffed. Always. Like a lament, Like a desire.
Grow old in Kenya
We could be in any city in the world. Everything is friendly, but we started talking, relaxed, and Mina anecdote tells how he was kidnapped last week. goodbye jazz, Goodbye friendly atmosphere, goodbye wonderful spring temperature.









