Today, we haven’t done much. I’ve written and edited photographs, and Elli has read. I think it was good, at least I needed it. To get a grip, and leave Sweden behind. Tomorrow, the real work begins.
There is a house cat at Chez Tess. Sometimes very cuddly, while at others it doesn’t care one bit. Completely ordinary cat behavior, I suppose.
And the lizards climb on every wall, making weird, guttural sounds, not quite like frogs. I like them.
Me, happily eating pizza.
We had late lunch at a restaurant, and while we were sitting there the wind started blowing, carrying with it fine, red dust. The waiter explained to us, in very pedagogical French, that here in Burkina, the dusty wind comes to warn about the rain. And sure enough, while we were walking back to the guesthouse, the drops started falling.
At first, it didn’t seem like it would be anything more than those few drops, but then, suddenly, one pang of thunder sounded and the real rain came. Huge drops, falling hard on the roof, completely dominating the soundscape. I ran out barefoot in the grass and just let the water fall on my face, to the laughter of Elli and the incredibly sweet night receptionist. I tried to explain to him, in French, that even though we get rain year-round in Sweden, we rarely get anything as dramatic as this. I think he understood.
It was amazing, and I got soaking wet. But then, you know already how I like rain. Why I. at the same time, feel this attraction to deserts is beyond me. I guess I am a quite inconsistent person, despite appearances.
That was our Sunday.
Katja Malmborg 