Dreams of Africa

I lived in Africa, some time ago. The forgotten continent. I used to dream about Africa, afterwards. For years. Now it's long gone, I seem to have lost the african spirit somewhere in this all-busy western life.

It was quiet, cruel sometimes, and full of beauty and death. Cars could crash full of passengers, and in a decor of beautiful sunset it would take hours for rescue, people bleeding and dying in the fabulous nature.
A troop of babboons would sit and shit on a nice Mercedes, all nice and natural.

I have no idea how it is over there now, but I sometimes wake up in the morning, wondering, no, grieving about this lost dream. It was so much worth it.

Why didn't we stay?

Playing around.

I was playing around on the internet today, I must say it's really infinite. I use to Stumble a lot (a very time consuming activity), and move from topic to topic. Then, I see my wife and children again, and I realize there's more in life than computers and internet.

So I stop now and move on to a real activity. Bye.

All is quiet on New Year's day...

... except that Israel is bombing the shit out of Palestina. 'Out of necessity' is the official version of the Israeli's. 'Obama, what do you do about it???' is the oh so stupid call from Hamas.

I think about my little daughter of two years old, still full of amazement for the world, and wonder how this all can be accounted for to our children, to anybody's children.

Hannah, you have a name that appears in all three western religions, Judaism, Christianism and Islam. I hope you will, one day, find a world where your name stands for peace over religion. Where people finally found out that none of the Jewish prophets, nor Jesus or Mohammed, ever told their people to 'go and kill a bunch of heretics'.

If belief thrives to war, I can't believe anymore.

Tsipise.