I found my self on a transit lounge again, in a different land and in a different time. This time being in AddisAbaba(Ethiopia) and with a different person, a young man to pass the next 5 hours.Transit lounges sometimes become so symbolical and majestic to me, as if depicting the whole world in a small place. Allot of people from distant worlds and different times, trying to make their way from one gate to another, all these people acting like ships, floating in the sea of time, carrying loads of memories and experiences and a desire to keep the ship moving. The standing aero planes becoming the vessels of “desires”,…

Freedom…. One of the things I am enjoying in africa is getting a lot of time to read and think which keeps me busy most of the time. I recently finished two very long and great books. “The road to freedom” by Nelson Mendela and “Shantaram” by Gregory Roberts. Both were autobiographies, the first one about a freedom fighter fighting for his countrymens’ freedom from his own countrymen, the second about a freedom fighter fighting for his own freedom from his own countrymen…….. Nelson spending his 27 years in prison in the persuit of freedom for his people and Gregory breaking the prison and living for years on run for…