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Little Reflection on African culture

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small miracle, Mom bought us Helen fans! It will change your life, I'm already taken up to three showers a day to refresh myself I was so hot. It is not normal!

As I've described my first view of Africa I'll share my thoughts on this culture.



climate, traffic, poverty, crowds are many elements that remind me of India here yet there is something fundamentally different. The Indians have kept their culture, have developed their industry: Hinduism, Tata buses, the sari and sarong ... It gives them probably trust, insurance and a culture of entrepreneurship.

Here all are but pale reflections see the remains of the West, vehicles export clothes to the Red Cross, Christianity ... people are doing, rafistolent until the next breakdown, but do not take the whole of the problem and even when they do are quickly blocked by thieves or corrupt officials. Everyone is trying to survive it's every man for himself!
The lack of leadership, lack of maintaining the disorder, resignation, did what years of colonialism and dictatorship taught the Congolese? What is certain is that the Belgian colonists have destroyed all the representations of animist religions before. All that was holy spirits, ancestors, amulets, statues ... and much of its culture. Congo you it suffers from an identity crisis, a national depression preventing him from emancipation? Mamma Else

gave us a text that illustrates this problem. "A juxtaposition of two Africas, one yesterday, once fit, which turns off miserably, and tomorrow is pregnant. Africa yesterday, with a rich history of community values, has lost its old traditions in favor of an identity crisis, alienation of long charged disarray suffering and resignation. Those of tomorrow presents a profile instead beaming with hope and vitality. It embodies a new generation of carrier resilience and creative vision of the world. Faced with major challenges related to survival, these two Africas find themselves at the crossroads. Recharge to the origins, or betray forever reinventing themselves or disappear. "

The climate, the absence of the state, access to water and energy, security, judiciary, education, health are all factors that account for the Congolese forces on a daily basis for survival and prevent the development project, an industry that would allow him to break free of international aid. This country has enormous wealth, fresh water, oil, minerals, fertile soil ... everything is there but is not exploited or so by armed groups or international companies.


Here, this observation is finally done I'll tell you about myself. It is true that all these elements are not very encouraging and it took me a while to identify them. But that does not prevent me from walking in the street, meet people. I begin to hear the world in my neighborhood it's nice to integrate. Yesterday I went to the hairdresser and they cut hair here very very short! And all of a razor blade, it's as if he brushes his hair but with a razor blade, it provides the type. So he took a picture with me, he does not often cut hair white! Here finally a picture of my room.



Ah yes, today I met Jesus, well yeah we believe all the street corners. But we are not very buddies both!

Next time I'll talk of my job, I also have plenty to tell about that.

Bye kiss.

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I am! Preparations Preparations


Hello,
At last my first post, sorry but the time it took me a while to land, there are so many new things here. I decided to do three chapters here, for you to see what interests you. Impressions and anecdotes


few words to sum up the air travel: long, not much sleep, pain in the ass! We arrived in Kinshasa with 1h delay is at 10:45. Fortunately, we welcome anyone, he explains himself to the customs officer what he should do, understand that it pays. I was then offered to collect my luggage for $ 50 is a bit expensive, so I'll get it myself. Finally, if we can quietly leave the airport because the official is busy chasing two thieves merchandise.

On the way I gradually discovered the city of Kinshasa, potholed roads, sand dunes in the middle of the road, overloaded vehicles and patched up with excess, Many punctures, breakdowns. Many of the 1967 VW bus, real collectibles. Otherwise poverty, waste and unbearable heat, 35 to 40C °. Even the Congolese rain waiting impatiently. Police, corrupt course, stop us on the slightest pretext and we amend. We let the driver deal with the case. The police are not paid regularly so they use where they can and therefore whites are synonymous with money (as much of the Congolese people by the way). The policeman opened the door and take the key part, we find ourselves standing in the middle of traffic. The next time the driver did not stop growing and even the policeman with his bumper!
the evening we're hosting at Mama Else, A Schaffousesoise expatriate since 1968. It offers us the Bündnerfleisch and muesli with mango, is still pretty darn exotic.
Our first blackout lasted 6 hours and there's water in the morning. The trick is to fill buckets soon as we can to make reservations. The particle

Mom / Dad before any name is a mark of respect, there is also Fere / Sister and Ya me my first name is Jean-Yves Ya!

Blast alone, I can finally ask me in a greasy spoon and observe life around me. A person stops and looks like logs. He asked me my impressions the country, though I prefer cold or warm and whether it hurts to fall in the snow. A bit later, a child is hit by a teenage bystanders entangled, tone up and we go our way. Otherwise
every two meters means a "Mundell" which was sent to us, this word means "white" but a negative connotation. A bit like the word "negro" for us.

First driving lesson, you must bring a child to the hospital, he cut his hand with a machete, he lost much blood, he made 4 hours walk from the field and morons he made a tourniquet to super tight. Yes here it is "sink or swim." It is 8 o'clock in the evening and the driver is not there. I propose, then here we drive on the right but as the vehicle Mama Helen is English, it also has the right-hand drive. There is no law defining the side of the wheel and like all vehicles coming from exports, it is a soft mixture. So I set off in traffic, there are no street lights, you have to slalom between the holes in the road, other vehicles and pedestrians. It's a little sport, but we made it!

Finally last night Mom Helen to see a ghost in the garden and started screaming. It was me walking in the night! It did not used to seeing whites.


Bin there, it's not bad. The next time I talk about my thoughts on the Congolese culture, my work and see to add more photos, it is forbidden to take pictures of public places and the connection is pretty rotten, so I'll see what I just do.
Big kisses to all, bye

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J-11, time goes faster than expected. I now made my room Bertigny is the end of my adventure Fribourg. I nevertheless full advantage of these last moments with my roommates. Doro with Mathieu and we also left some souvenirs for our former roommates.





Here are the shoes of our roommates forming a beautiful wreath hanging in the stairwell of Bertigny! Thank you Who?

Otherwise I start to say goodbye, it's very special. I'm between two phases. The future is still full of uncertainties and I already beat my present way of living. Here I see as my life was settled so far, full of little things that were part I usually use and which I did even more attention.
Schools, Scouts, S'Kanett, family, friends, etc. ...

Well, greetings to all.