It’s dry, dusty and red. At times a pool of water enters the landscape, a little greener, more hope, birds fly by. Red, blue, green. I see a roadside hut, a small village and people seeking shade under the canopy of a large tree. Three young boys bouncing away on a donkey cart. The landscape goes on forever.
Truck, donkey, bicycle…we share the same road to town. An old man in sandals passes with his MP3 player. A woman selling mangoes chats on her mobile phone. Goats, children and old ladies squat on the corner. Someone sells me a fake Casio watch. It’s happy and sad, old and new, poor – yet not – all at the same time. It’s hot. It’s real. It’s A-Freeeeak-A.
