Sensations
Who is deprived of one sense is a natural inclination to sharpen the other four. When night falls, we do not have vision, there are no lights, street lamps, bulbs or neon to illuminate the night. It's dark, eyes on nothing more than black, but the world is still there and you just have to feel it in other ways.
the day disappear quickly once the sun goes down and brings the heat more oppressive. Life here is not stressful but extremely tiring, especially in the physical and stomach. With the arrival of darkness external reality comes filtered through a veil of oblivion and the body is pervaded by a languid feeling of abandonment and relaxation. The decrease in the AFA now stimulates the appetite.
Whilst dining in the dim light of an oil lamp, let it sniff and taste the contents of the pot. Without seeing in detail everything that goes in your mouth can be appreciated more. Certainly the variety of ingredients leaves something 'to be desired, but the exotic spices make an original taste for the meal. And then, all they eat here primarily to eat, the dishes prepared belong to the culture of opulence.
Meanwhile, life slows down. Stimuli smaller than during the day are only a supplement to the view now become the protagonists and the mind is invaded by those sounds that do not normally the case. The ear rested traffic noise pollution is tickled by the sounds and rhythms of nature. Smoking the last cigarette and the breeze lifts a slight rustling in the leaves of baobab trees above us.
We go on the flat roof of the hut and placed a mattress on which it is sheltered from the mosquito net that will protect us leaving all'arietta free space to move and caress the skin felt the heat during the day. High increases in the range of hearing. In the courtyard next to a goat bleating, a bit further down the braying of the donkey responds. From a puddle spreads a background of frogs croaking all night. The last sound before falling asleep such as stones and the buzzing of mosquitoes captured by the thin veil pierced.
The awakening is gradual, the sun is rising, but the light is already strong, the eyes fail to open, would be dazzled. The world slowly takes shape through the ears. A rooster crows long ago but every time you feel a bit 'stronger. The extent of the donkey and goats help us remember where we are. Compared to yesterday evening there are new sounds that slowly becomes aware of half asleep. Around the hut shouting a great product from the bustle of men and boys / children leaving for the fields and women and boys / girls direct from the well with the containers balanced on their heads. Ciacole cheerfully despite the time and the long day that awaits them. A baby crying, a dog barks.
music comes from the courtyard, percussion rhythms that alternate with other deaf sounds more acute in what looks like a percussion concert. They are the guardians of the home that already in the early morning attack to grind mile circle in the middle of the clearing. Beat the long sticks rounded at the ends in the large wooden bowl filled with small seeds (thump) and raising the heavy pestle, a mortar hit the edge of the wide (round). Women of all ages, with tools of different sizes, beating a handful of flour each with his pace well synchronized with the others obtained a splendid melody for passing the hardships of daily life.
We just have to wake up at all. While the lack of having to join the rest, now the light projected into the eyes enormous efforts to a bare existence.
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