I was smiling today as I headed off to another soccer match, in this weird concrete city, with its weird concrete city people - I suppose I've become one - entombed in concrete as a metaphor. I so loved your photos from Zambia - infinite thanks - I realized that I've never seen inside a power-station, just had no idea what it might look like - which is a massive ignorance considering how utterly reliant we all are on their output. And then there was Africa itself - these two made me feel so intensely how special it is, and think about how impossible it is to see that, without seeing the alternatives. I just love the thought of you and your mate going for a run, and these kids pouring out of the village to run alongside you, it's so celebratory of life, and fabulously African - where behaviour can be grim - but people really do matter, and are BIG, and laugh and shout and suck in the air of life. And of course the Baobab - broke my heart - so utterly and only African - a tree of holidays and delight.
So it seems so strange to be doing what we're doing, by comparison - wonderful - but really very very vanilla. Had a house full of boys today - which was lovely - and their lovely little characters; the quirky details...
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| Max |
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| Charlie - with the astounding eyes |
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| On the way out - munching brownies, the parking lot creeping towards completion |
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| And on the way back - euphoric moods - they went two down, came back to two all, weathered a storm at the end - felt better than a victory - they were all flying. |
