Out Of Africa

It is the first time that I come to Europe and feel completely uninspired. Days before leaving Africa I was looking at the options for cancelling my flight or postponing it for another month or so.

I feel like I walked up to the roof of Africa and rolled all the way down and beyond its boundaries.

No stranger said hello to me, no stranger smiled at me over the last few days. Everything is clean and orderly and everybody is busy. People are busy going someplace and working. They're busy eating and talking and I presume sometimes they're busy being busy. Every time I am in a car I'm stressed: the car drives on the wrong side of the road...

I'm out of Africa, yes, but where am I ? My pace is different and just about everything else about me seems to be in contrast to the people around me. I feel like running away and back into the bush...