Return to Italy
My head is like a full hard drive, I have to “download” the information gathered, the ideas, the considerations.
It all seems so strange to me! We returned about 24 hours ago, after 10 days of Mozambique and thirty hours of travel. In the last part of the journey on the train, I looked like a zombie.
I look through the notes that I use to keep this diary, I look at the photos, I have some videos shot by mobile phone, then I go out by car. But there were 10 days in Mozambique when I drove on the left so I feel confused.
At Alcatraz they ask me how I am, how it went, what we did, who we met. Jacopo wants to know but I ask him to meet me in the afternoon, to give me a few hours of his time because I have a lot to tell.
Mamma Avenida, the Machaka kids, the Teatro do Oprimido, Vitor Raposo, and then the visits to the villages.
And that little girl in the village of Quirindi! She looked at us, indicated the bottle of water and when we gave it to her, she hugged it as if it had been the most beautiful gift ever.
Yes, this will be the memory of the mission, I won’t forget the scene and now I understand what the “longing for Africa” is: that feeling which you experience when you have just got back, the feeling that you felt a bit at home there, too.
