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
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