From Africa to Europe

I crossed Africa and Europe on a clear day. Beneath me the Sahara desert, and then the Dalmatian coast line. My favorite coast line!

I am finally in Copenhagen. Before we landed, we flew over the lower parts of Denmark, and I realised the sight gave me a lump in my throat. Denmark is beautifull from above on an early summer evening, and apparently this sight mixed with my expectations to meet friends later on caused an emotional short circuit. I know the following sounds embarassingly trivial, but I couldn't help thinking that I am priviledged that I still have access to my homeland and that the sight of it apparently evokes emotions of nostalgia. Couldn't help thinking of people living  in involuntarily exile - of what that feels like.

Now I am trying to adjust to the fact that people live in bloody cold appartments because they let fresh air in through open windows, though the wind is cold; to the availability of a million channels on TV; and to the fact that the price of a colourfull drink in a cocktail bar could pay several heavy meals in the Oasis Inn in Arua. The good thing is that, in spite of low maintenance, I still have good friends here who drink cocktails and will sit in Café Louise till 5 in the morning.

Comments

[judith]

LOVE the photo on the right! hope home is treating you well.

[P]

Revence, do not despair. It doesnt take more than one - two days in Denmark before I know that I miss Africa badly. I am already fearing that I have to return for good from Uganda....
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[Marko]

That’s touching.

[The 27th Comrade]

:-(

It happened! God ignored my prayers! Okay, I'm officially atheist.
X-(