April 27, 2006

Back to Kinshasa, my beloved

I come back to utter chaos in the airport; trying to elbow un-chivalrous men out of my way so I can pick up my and my suitcases (including my colleagues' Refugee bags full of dripping goat blood attracting flies); helping a traveling mom whose 2-year old daughter’s idea of fun involves cutting the air flow to my nose; navigating through mad traffic; and finally coming home to no electricity in the apartment (the bill was only one week late you fuckers). My perfect evening finished with scooping up a dead roach with my last empty toilet roll and going promptly to bed.

Weighing "Refugee Bags" before putting them in the plane's cargo

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hope it's not too depressing to be back home! :)
Ammo
P.S.
Shame on your language :)

giovanni.cristofano@tin.it said...

let me grip a dozen of correspondents like you and the NYT is finished. kiss - strudel

007 in Africa said...

Thanks Ammo, naw, I was happy to be back.

Strudel, I'd love to do something else for work for a change...Do you have any interesting jobs to offer :)

giovanni.cristofano@tin.it said...

dear, cross fingers and hope in 1 or 2 years my pennyless webzine is a real magazine on line ....
strudel

Kate said...

hey there, dear. don't forget you enjoyed my electricity that night!

juliana said...

Welcome Home.

Beaver said...

Sounds lovely !

FYI i updated. Miss you :o)