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…

It’s an evil that touches the deepest part of your feelings, and why? It’s not the place, it’s its people. It is a different way of living, I always say that it is the culture of gratitude (they are grateful at maximum levels), like knowing how to enjoy the small things and be happy without focusing their life on tangible ones (I remember one day that we took some cupcakes to a soup kitchen in Arusha and it seemed that we had given them Play Stations), their way of celebrating: for them every day in life is a party for which they…

They are amazing, every time they ask me why I like Tanzania I always give the same answer:
“places are made by people.”

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