Of life suspended and all happening in Malawi
There are days that feel like you are just transiting through life. Like inside a spaceship, looking at the world from a distance. Today was one of those days. I have made my way back to Lilongwe from Mzuzu, which has been my home for two weeks. Doing the trip in reverse has felt much less impactful to the senses than what I have described here . I may have become slightly more accustomed to the place. Still, people waving chickens on the motorway, bicycles making dangerous manouvers on the motorway, kids playing on the motorway, and, well, a motorway that is so crumbled that shouldn't be called a motorway. I have spent 7h in the car, constantly switching between the temptation of opening the window for some air and closing the window to avoid the dust. In and out. In and out. Hence the sensation of being floating on the world. Chrispin made the concession of allowing me to connect my phone to his car. My rights ends to choosing the music, as he controlls the volume and...
