mwaka moja
“Mzungu”
The man shouts from the other side of the street. I nod and wave but I escape the eye contact… otherwise he would start talking more and I would have to have another friendly, and nice but totally meaningless conversation when I should be on my way to… …to where actually?
“Mzungu “, white one. That has become my name just minutes after my arrival. Everyone who sees me out on the streets calls me that. However, everyone I know still calls me Simon and this is a story from me to the world. Read if you like, watch if you want, but let’s act together!
