They sit

They sit. On the ground, on a piece of mat, on a stool, on a broken chair. In the shade, necessarily in the shade. Or covered with a piece of cloth, especially their heads. They sit to survive the heat. I understand them. And I don’t understand either. I understand that the bodies are exhausted. […]

At the end

It was dark and damp. I was washing the dishes after dinner. By a tourist lamp. In water from a bucket that my husband had just brought from the well. It was pouring outside. It had already been a day without electricity. The fridge had stopped keeping the last of the cold. We had to […]

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When I arrive in Poland, all the Mozambican hardships are forgotten. My experiences flatten out on the way to the airport. I can at best count them, and not very conscientiously. The time that has passed is shortened, as if these long months were just a hazy moment. A brief memory. And yet they are […]

Uncomfortable missions

It is uncomfortable in Mozambique. I had never thought about this country and myself there this way before. This conclusion was born maybe two weeks after arriving in Poland. At another breakfast together, when the hardships of the last months were just a safe memory. As safe as it was far away at that moment. […]