The beginning ... the end
are closed at this torpedo of metal. We'll soon be fired at 10,000 meters, where there are at least 50 degrees below zero. The air we breath makes me uneasy: it Cold, dry, aseptic condition. I am troubled by the lack of smells and moods. Until a few hours ago, with every breath of his nostrils swelled flavors, tastes, dust and dirt. But now I was used, it does not bother me at all: it was the normal order of things.
He sat next to me a strange one. It is a white man, about forty, fat and ugly fluorescent yellow shirt. The beard, stinks to be sick, sour spices ... But what the hell has eaten? Until a few moments ago I thought about how I was now accustomed to the different scents perceived in Africa for three weeks and now I am deeply disgusted by my "brother" white perilous. In the last Instead of sventolona row sits a black, all dressed up, dressed in Western course. It arrived with him, will stay together. What courage! Will love or who knows what form of subjection? This particular type of encounter between cultures would have gladly done without. Last experience before returning to my world.
are closed at this torpedo of metal. We'll soon be fired at 10,000 meters, where there are at least 50 degrees below zero. The air we breath makes me uneasy: it Cold, dry, aseptic condition. I am troubled by the lack of smells and moods. Until a few hours ago, with every breath of his nostrils swelled flavors, tastes, dust and dirt. But now I was used, it does not bother me at all: it was the normal order of things.
He sat next to me a strange one. It is a white man, about forty, fat and ugly fluorescent yellow shirt. The beard, stinks to be sick, sour spices ... But what the hell has eaten? Until a few moments ago I thought about how I was now accustomed to the different scents perceived in Africa for three weeks and now I am deeply disgusted by my "brother" white perilous. In the last Instead of sventolona row sits a black, all dressed up, dressed in Western course. It arrived with him, will stay together. What courage! Will love or who knows what form of subjection? This particular type of encounter between cultures would have gladly done without. Last experience before returning to my world.
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is a question of atmosphere. As soon as I look out the front door of the plane, although it is now night, the first feeling I is imprinted in the nervous system through the face and skin, nose into the lungs is warm and humid that I did not leave again until the return . Are in the cradle of humanity, and I soon realize why. It seems only now to be entered in the biosphere. The climate encourages life, everything from the most diverse and frenetic beats biological activities, the most fervent of natural enzymes. The puddles of water vibrates incessantly for the movement of insects, larvae and frogs. The walls are colonized by large lizards with yellow head chasing flies, gnats and mosquitoes.
mice in the nooks of cities collect the waste products from the largest concentration of humans. The land is covered by large ants that move in long neat rows, dragging giant cockroaches leaving a trail in the grains, termites build their high sand castles. In a few days between my toes will develop a friendly community who enjoy mushrooms in my macerated epithelial cells of sweat produced in plastic shoes. The flies will settle upon him incessantly especially while eating. We are in the rainy season, four months a year during which the nature has to recover the remaining eight of inactivity during which drought and blazing sun struck down every vital impulse.
There are 35 degrees and humidity is crazy. Life! Especially for all those beings who occupy positions in the evolutionary chain of being tucked: below humans, so to speak. The latter instead you just have to sweat, But without their viability are affected minimally. One vehicle in careless piles battered, crushed against each other and the amount of baggage and live animals, bags of rice and bicycles on the roof and under the seats. Through the fibers of the clothes, the humidity of the bodies is mixed: shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. In truth this condition develops a strong sense of social malaise that makes one forget the physical and existential, chatting amiably and lively with its neighbors and is rarely crossed frowning eyes, overshadowed faces, angry expressions. Here we go! But just because everyone in the van (and more) posts (venti!) are employed, and if today had not filled, we would wait until tomorrow.
mice in the nooks of cities collect the waste products from the largest concentration of humans. The land is covered by large ants that move in long neat rows, dragging giant cockroaches leaving a trail in the grains, termites build their high sand castles. In a few days between my toes will develop a friendly community who enjoy mushrooms in my macerated epithelial cells of sweat produced in plastic shoes. The flies will settle upon him incessantly especially while eating. We are in the rainy season, four months a year during which the nature has to recover the remaining eight of inactivity during which drought and blazing sun struck down every vital impulse.
There are 35 degrees and humidity is crazy. Life! Especially for all those beings who occupy positions in the evolutionary chain of being tucked: below humans, so to speak. The latter instead you just have to sweat, But without their viability are affected minimally. One vehicle in careless piles battered, crushed against each other and the amount of baggage and live animals, bags of rice and bicycles on the roof and under the seats. Through the fibers of the clothes, the humidity of the bodies is mixed: shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. In truth this condition develops a strong sense of social malaise that makes one forget the physical and existential, chatting amiably and lively with its neighbors and is rarely crossed frowning eyes, overshadowed faces, angry expressions. Here we go! But just because everyone in the van (and more) posts (venti!) are employed, and if today had not filled, we would wait until tomorrow.
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