jigeen's General Tip
by jigeen
I was in AfricaI was in Africa and don’t know how to put it into words. The happiness. The life To sit in a small bar, drinking beer, listening to music, move to the rhythm. To be lazy. To Laugh. To sit in the shade of a mango-tree, drinking attaya, watching the tea to be poured from one glass to the other. People come, people go, some stay, some leave, and it is only this tree, this attaya, and nothing else is important this very moment.So much laughter, so much liveliness, so much hectic silence. How can I explain this feeling to come home and realize: this day was happiness. No exploding event. The simple joy of life, to feel alive. To feel myself.The sun, the shadow, the bitter-sweet taste of the attaya. And again the music, the laughter. The air I breathe. The big stars at night. And when it was over this eternal loss. A longing for something that can’t be put into words.When it...