Somebody sent me an email that described CHAD as the "Dead heart of Africa". How nasty is that! It certainly is the geographic heart of the northern portion of the continent, I can tell it is anything but dead. Two weeks before I leave and I'm starting to not believe I am actually going to. I walk the streets of NYC and try to imagine the dust (or mud) of this heart of Africa. I look around at all the faces of people going about their business and I see others far away going about their own business of surviving, living in little shelters of stick and plastic. The rainy season is about to start and getting around is supposed to be very difficult.( Not so apparently for the Janjawid who can scoot over swollen rivers on camels.)
I hope I can write of what I see and experience and am able to convey it to anyone who reads this. I remain a little scared, but overjoyed to be leaving and embarking on a new path. The reality is and will be much more intense than 'club med' Burundi and I have had some fleeting thoughts of how serious the situation in Goz Beida may be. So, let's see shall we...?
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