Girl walking on a small, grassy path on her way home from the woods. Five apples in her left hand, pressed against her belly not to drop them, one last apple in the other, also filled with blackberries. A larger road runs through the landscape under her, busy, fast, heavy with trucks and shiny new cars, going, going. "Silly people", she mumbles. "Where are you off to? Back and forth, forth and back... every day. What you're looking for is back there", turning her head towards the forest, where she found the sweet apples and the berries not yet discovered by the birds. "Go home to your family. Kiss your wife. Play with your children. If you haven't got any of that, go to your animals. Watch the horses on the field, pet your cats, go for a long walk with your dog. And if you haven't got any of that either... God help you."
I'm thinking about going to Africa. They know the deal. They have to. Because they can't run away from home like us in Denmark. Both because they have no car to take them and because they don't have anywhere to go. The family is near. Why go?
I would like to study the life they have. The nature that must affect them a lot. I would like to go...
.Rebecca.
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I met a girl from denmark in spain, very sweet...^^
Good luck in Africa!
greets from spain!
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