Time flows quicker the older you get. After two weeks I am saying good-bye to this beast of a city of mixed impressions, rough beauty, its muchness and intensity and self-awareness.

I have filled my days with work and my nights with music and dance. I have met and hugged friends. I have chilled with wise trees. A small, coincidental string ties me back to memories of Moçambiqie and brings a tear to my eye in the cold. What else can I ask for?

I did well.

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(This story told in pictures.)