1937 January | Dead Drop
She will forever be, for any of them, the one that abandoned her child. She could never fix that, why even try?
“Life is a sh*t sandwich you bite every day.” ~ Suzanne Dulière, 1982, verbatim.
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1936 September 17 | Running to You
The first time, it is a bucket list of hopes, dreams and plans that shatter into a million wonders, surprises and threats. The second time, it is anticipation, excitement and anxiety. Drink in that trepidation.
For the third time, it just is.
Introducing Nanou
“It is no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” ∼ Lewis Carroll
It is all already here, in the small viewfinder. Click.
1931 June 29 | On the SS Njassa, Sailing Home
They were back on the SS Njassa, 2 years later, this time back home. Everything felt as if it had just stood still all these months waiting for them.
She keeps smoothening the small crease. Disappointing. The conversations around her drone on, so she drifts for a moment; the countdown…
1931 May 11 | First Last Day
Starboard cabin of the SS Baron Dhanis. She puts the suitcase and the hatbox on the ground. And with that, they are off.
Oh, sure, Africa has tried to tie them down: the broken tipoye, the tropical rain, the missing trails and delayed supplies. That had been the “pleasant hike…
1931 May 9 | Albertville, Back to Future Africa
Albertville. A flow of humanity, trucks and animals all running to or from the water in a cloud of diesel smokes and dust. She starts retreating towards the hotel. The humidity is cloying. Rising from the Lake, it mixes with laterite dust to pulverise into an airborne mist, and dissolves…
1931 March 22 | TIME to PACK UP
Last day. He shuts down the notebook, satisfied. She dutifully nods and give an appreciative grunt to the effort. Most of these villages are only recorded in this notebook, she has no idea where they are. But Albertville? Hell yes, that one means the boat back to France. He looks…
1931 February | Never Again
The bolt slides silkily forward and locks with a muffled rasp. Pull it back and the spent cartridge joyfully springs out. Clack-click. Click-clack. Tingles or shudders.
Its heart is a bewildering 3-dimensional puzzle metal parts, each groove and ridge machined to deliver a perfect motion each time.
Mechanical excellence, with…
1930 May until April 1931 | Camp Modja, Digging for Gold
Once, the path to the office had been nothing more than a trail in the grass, a vague outline snaking towards the woods, the hills and the streams to explore. Now, weeks later, it was a grove dug by shuffling feet, brushing shoulders, careless spades and freshly sharpened machetes, sanded…
1930 Spring | Camp Katenga, Buzzing with Fun
80 kms South of Fizi, on the border Kivu/Katanga, Camp Katenga, 19 February to 22 May 1930. Life is Fun. You live it, you do not make it or have it. The way she sees it, the way she was taught, entertainment was a duty, a tool. It was only…
