The evil of Africa
I had never heard of it until I came to Tanzania: The Evil of Africa.
Another volunteer i met at Mama Kevina he told me about it but I left it parked there. In fact, I didn’t understand it very much and it even seemed exaggerated to me and you will say, what is he talking about?
It is a kind of nostalgia, sadness that is triggered after having met or set foot on the African continent.
True, it depends on the person and over time it can happen. But every time I set foot in Spain I have that feeling of nostalgia and longing for my red land and therefore for all my children who fill my heart.
Of all the people I have met on this adventure, I assure you, there is not one who has told me that he will not return here. On the contrary, they have already planned it and I am waiting for them here with open arms. ‘Cause once you come you know you’ll come back…