05-02-2018 by redazione
This space is dedicated to all the people who had to do with Kenya, on holiday, for job, guests of a friend, for voluntary service or by any other voluntary or unintentional chances, and who experienced so much the magic of this Country that they got affected by the sweetest "disease" existing in nature, that range of sensations, smells and feelings to which we can't give a precise name and which we simply call "mal d'Afrique".
It's hard to explain a falling in love using words, it's easy to fall in the commonplaces, as well as the fear of trapping free and sublime thoughts in the cage of the written word.
But among us, among "sick persons", we can do it.
Herebelow anyone can leave the proof of his/her personal "mal d'Afrique" and narrate the consequences.
please send an e-mail to:
by Freddie del Curatolo
Imagine a space where sky does not dominate you, it runs through you;
where you don't breathe air, you taste it...
Imagine a space where sky does not dominate you
it runs through you
where you don't breathe air, you taste it
a place where time doesn't run, it simply rolls by
where your nerves no longer get nervous.