It starts so easily and with great expectations. But an auspicious visit to Mozambique immediately turns into an unpleasant situation: without electricity, everything collapses!
Every morning - and only when it dawns on - do I walk through the streets wondering how they do it, how everything can be. Will understand, write down: how they live, how they suffer, how they survive. How a heart can withstand Maputo. Of course I sink.
A scrawny girl with a tattered old shirt climbs barefoot in the midday sun to one of Maputo's largest rubbish heaps, the capital of Mozambique.
When she discovers me, we both pause for a moment. Neither the girl nor I know how to react and I am slowly getting the bad conscience.
Mozambique is a fantastic country, but it faces some massive problems: water supply and sanitation, road construction and maintenance, confiscation and demilitarization, just to name the most important ones. Problem # 3 supports my thesis that there are countries and regions that somehow have no luck, example Afghanistan. Whenever there is light at the end of the tunnel, something unforeseen intervenes and everything goes down the drain again.
I'm in love. All physical and mental efforts were worthwhile, I arrived on the island, which lets forget the entire four days journey. How should you describe them? If you've ever been to Zanzibar, use the time machine and travel 50 years into the past. For all the others, I have to go for it.