Not I

How tiring it is, what the world talks about today. I, I, I, and always I. My needs. How I feel. What I’m missing. How to take care of myself. A narrative. It’s easy to succumb to it. It’s easy to justify it. And it’s easy to desire it. Because, of course, it’s about me. […]

His ways

When we were there for the first time, the road was long and tedious. It was probably the tiredness of that day. Or maybe a bit of the delight of the new place and its details, which stopped me every now and then. We left the car on the red ground, ploughed by deep holes, […]

The white

I will always be white. I used to think that after some time, I would become a local. I used to imagine a house without walls or security. A place where anyone could come. I used to imagine myself in the yard, like other Mozambicans, surrounded by people. Today, I live in a house with […]

No photos

I’ve seen it many times. A smiling Westerner who embraces and hugs a Mozambican with emotion. But with one hand. Because in the other one he holds a phone and is taking a selfie. I’ve seen it more than once. A Mozambican who can’t say “no” because he’s just been given a gift. So it’s […]

How good it is here

At first I felt relieved that I could drink tap water. And that it wouldn’t give me diarrhea. Or worms. Not to mention typhoid or cholera. Relief that I didn’t have to look for an open store with mineral water to drink at 11 p.m. Right after we entered my apartment in Gdansk, I turned […]