11 \\ 07 \\ 2009-19 \\ 07 \\ 2009 A week of bright colors and pasty. 3
all:
endless green hills of red earth and brick streets
blue sky.
Here is a swarm of people looking at me amazed, intrigued, distant, frightened (Especially children) because M'ZUNGU white foreigner. are on rolling plateau "tut fize to" say Gigio.
Koboko is a small border town 12 km 4km from the Congo from Sudan. Some houses, many huts. Some shop where prevails Cozzaglia Chinese around the world over.
The red dirt roads are bouncing adventures and slippery when it rains, where it crosses the globe on foot, by bike, any bike and rarely drive. The women dance on the head still while walking carrying all sorts of things: bags full of food, water jerry cans, bundles of wood, flip-flops but also not to ruin them.
Trento-5100km away Koboko According to Google maps. On my map of the world are just as the length of my phone. On the world map of the "Green Home" is one of my span. What is the correct distance? Yes, right away. I am here, but I still feel a thousand miles.
Every place has its distance and its time to go looking for, explore and waited. In a game of balance light I am there.
