Late 2003 first touchdown on Africa. Typical stingy smell hits your nose when disembarking. Firewood mixed with ureum. Maputo Mozambique. At night on the strip on floor 12 looking over the sea and into a highrise building roof family shack.

Worked with a technical school which operated on gov’s armslength. No idea what was learned and for how long. Jumping into their reality and losing it at the same time. A culture shock hit me returning in the West.

People stood still, back to the wall when we passed by. Outside a brand new, unused tractor; a gift from another place on the globe. In ignorance I asked an employee to show me his working contract. We gathered various groups, people and organisations reps around a table to talk.

I lost contacts, memories, dinners, walking the market, stepping over lepra, but got a few vaugueing pictures. Rich, secure and healthy I went home.