me back to town and my first love, Céprodilic. strange contradiction phenomena of acclimatization ... It does really sense the change that is confronting the same again, at different intervals.
Back in Bujumbura, after two weeks in the mountains of Kayanza, has had the effect of reviving me, conversely, the timidity of the early days. Shyness when I mentioned already, in no uncertain who ventures to meet profit a new direction, but I fully realized now that I walk carefree through the streets day and night.
But as cities are mad when we leave the country! I have not spent a day here and already I want to find the variations of green hills, the smell of cows and chickens, calm and smiling Muyange the nuns ... And yet, maybe tomorrow already, the city would have made me the envelope of the city.
For now everything here is galling. The light from the sun offensive on steel, heat that feeds the asphalt heavy overflows odor, the urban landscape in perpetual motion and all these people, the world that puts being relentlessly. Horns that replaced the song of birds.
Life is too expensive in town, just 3 times more than up there. Of course, the value of things is relative, and "expensive" in itself is still cheaper than Paris. But comparing the price of bread in Burundi francs at a price of EUR rod is as absurd as to understand the reality here in terms of what it is there. Adapt, but also as achieving compliance with the value of things.
Even if success is necessarily more or less illusory, it must nevertheless be trying to get rid of an eye to adopt a new one, at least if we want to have any chance to understand something in a different reality.
And the relationship with money is to them.
I lived in India for a year, not driven by any of sacred pleasures of the Orient, but rather by the desire to see what lay behind the images d'Epinal. I returned several times to learn the music and speak the language, studied for three years until the INALCO license. All for daring to compare a new, not very bad, do not worry: the relationship with money here remember what it was there ... Damn, What comment! What do you want, you do not learn to play piano with the pedals ...
But I digress ... and talkative
I was saying ... money. Everyone needs money, and here as elsewhere, can be easily understood. Then everyone makes small services, each, for a fee. And knowledge are preferred. Which moves on a motorcycle-so, who sells his cow's milk in the morning the neighbor, who rents the services of its expert hand screwdriver and who knows when well handled in the event of a power outage, which rents the trunk of his taxi the bus or going downtown for shipments of onions. In short, the lack of decently paid work made all activities. I do not know if we found it in the end, it is certain that it is more likely , to use phraseology Rwandan likes adjectives.
Emphasis will therefore trade with friends, unlike Europe, where such transactions are not without a little embarrassment, is precisely because we have, ideally at all levels of society, security of an activity more or less pay, and that relative affluence allows the adage we do not charge friends . If your neighbor rings your home because his ceiling to toast on a Sunday, you do not make him pay the bulb. But here, if your bulb has burned out, your neighbor will suggest you replace it. And everyone will win!
We exchanged between the more knowledge you know you will recover its sub the next day ... It is a system that is both necessary and useful and which emphasizes the relationship between group members, each enjoying the other's skill. What made me think about it, the fact of not having thought exactly when I could have a favor to Joseph. A friend had just missed the last bus to Bujumbura and started looking to find a motorcycle taxi. That evening I told it to Joseph :
"And they paid how much?"
"15 or 20,000 I believe."
"Oh, if you asked me, I called my bike and I won 15,000 francs!"
Yep .. And everyone would have won, because the passenger is a friend Joseph and Joseph because the passenger is a friend ...
I had the feeling it has lost 15,000 francs this evening and I promised myself to be careful in the future.
The opportunity was not long ...
few days later I was talking to Anatole who had just organized the dinner for the week IFADEM trainers, who would not eat Muyange. He explained all the benefits there is to know how to cook:
"At home when I was young we had a groom. But my mother was modern and she learned to cook by myself saying it would serve me forever. And you see today! For example, the market, it costs an egg ... 200 FBU. And in a restaurant, an omelet, it costs ... 1000 ... C FBU ' Yet is not hard to make an omelet, and it is a winner! "
So when he suggested that I eat at school in the evening before going home, I did not hesitate!
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