leaving Piéla
March, 10
Yesterday I started packing my stuff, I have realized that has been a while since I didn’t manage to live in one place for one whole year (last year I moved from one flat to another almost each 3 months!). I have accumulated things of course, still it’s little compare to what I used to have back in Europe.
Leaving after one year is not easy, because, somehow I have settled down… All the kids in the neighborhood know me and call me by name and greet me each day. Sometime I give them a lift by bike or motorbike. When I go wandering through the market I often end up meeting somebody that I know. When I feel like chit-chatting I walk to the secretary’s house, I play with her beautiful one year old son while talking about what is going on in the world, in Burkina in our lives. She is the only person I get a bit closer to…
She will leave as well following the husband to Bobo. I guess that we are going to miss each other.
My dog follow me everywhere, whether I am on foot, by bike or by motorbike.
On the other hand, men are becoming tougher to handle. It seems like once I have announced my departure, they suddenly wake up and decide to court me and declare their deep love! ...
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