a silent virus

- so...... that's why you didn't write! now i understand it, i would have probably done the same thing; re-encounters after long separations are important events, deserving time and concentration
- yeah...and added to a snowball effect work wise and poor connections all along....
- totally, the silence is understandable
- well, i should tell you that the silence might continue
- really, how come?
- this weekend we decided to exchange music and films; we were in a friends house and we set up an IT table with many laptops and external hard-drives; it took forever to copy and paste in 4 laptops over 60GB of music
- wow, yeah, that must have taken long
- yes....except last night my itunes wasn't working, all music mysteriously disappeared.....a bloody virus!!!! .... let's see how many other programs has it kissed, the f*****

the last couple of weeks

work. meeting. work. meeting.work. meeting
hot. sweaty. hot. sweaty. hot. sweaty.
logistics. travel plans. logistics. travel plans. logistics. travel plans

running themes

the running theme is HOT, of the sticky kind
it follows you everywhere, from breakfast to dinner, from dawn to dusk
as soon as you get out of the shower, you want another one

the other key theme is RHYTHM, of the slowest kind
by the time you get a look, you're acknowledged and then served it can be 20 min
my daily breakfast experience, deep breathing again and again an obvious requirement

another key theme in my life here has to be FOOD, of the excellent one
sweet and tasty fruit, fresh fish, good beer, ideally sitting by the lake
for the time being it seems the sea, the congolese volcanoes hidden by the haze

mission accomplished

10 estate agents, 25 houses and 5 city areas after
i have found the perfect spot to live for the next year
i am not looking forward to the 6th house move and 5th country move in the last three years
but i am looking forward to living there with him

saturday morning silence

every saturday morning in burundi, and the last saturday of the month in rwanda there is UMUGANDA
from 8 am to 10 am in burundi, and from 8 am to 11 am in rwanda, everybody is obliged to do community work, cleaning roads, gardening of public parks, repairing walls...whatever
the cities become ghost cities, with no vehicles circulation and very little transit of people, shops and markets closed, giving a feeling between relaxed and eerie, for the change is so radical from their normal state of being, noisy and hot, with chaotic traffic and people everywhere
overpopulation in such tiny countries can be felt and seen

short of words

one day you're in kigali, enjoying an amazing tilapia
the next you're enjoying a swim in lake kivu, watching a plane approaching to land in goma, DRC; literally just across the border, even if you can't see it; right after, once the summer storm is over, you get a sight of the volcanoes, the congolese and the rwandan...ahhh magnifique!
the following day you're on a plane arriving to bujumbura, lake tanganika greeting you from below as much as the sticky warmth does once you land
the next day you're househunting, drawing parallelisms between estate agents across the world
they say lawyers are a race of their own....estate agents deserve one as well
afterwards you're sharing a beer hearing someone's story of the genocide

how does one describe all these experiences, each worth more than a few lines, each lived in one day, when it's the last four days of your life you're trying to put forward?
i've never been a writer and will never be one, was never good enough, plenty of people can do that better than me, just like playing music; but i do find myself short of words... so i'll leave it there