Torno a scrivere dopo le vacanze e dopo qualche giorno di assestamento, così per non farmi prendere troppo dalla foga di quanto appena vissuto e tentare di ragionare a mente fredda. Cosa resta di un viaggio come quello che ho appena fatto? Un posto già visto, situazioni already experienced, may suggest that there is little. Instead, the Kenya gives me something more every time I go there, I know him a bit 'better each time I leave. A dimensional door opens when you go out just landed from Mombasa in Kenya and promptly closes behind you when you find yourself waiting for boarding to return to Italy and you're surrounded by people who take the plane with you. At that moment you realize what is left of your trip, more than pigtails, tattoos and tanning that has more of a healthy blush color of the sun. Looking around at that moment, I realized that Laura and I had a consciousness different from all the people around us. In their sleepy eyes I saw only the stress from the end of vacation and the thought of the upcoming eight-hour flight. In the eyes of my fellow travelers (who also started the week before!) I saw reflected in Africa all the time. I am sure that we are left in Kenya that is not only "jambo jambo" and "Hakuna Matata", short phrases that sell holiday villages just to remind you that you are in Africa and in Sardinia, or some tropical island. We return home with color on Africa, with our experiences in mind and with the smiles of the people at heart. We are sad it is true, holiday ended and autumn is beginning, but we are aware of where we were, what we saw and experienced. Each trip leaves something is inevitable, but in Africa you sent home with many memories. When you think you share the feelings rather than to places, people and remember their faces in a more clear the fact that you saw around them. I left Kenya with that feeling of tranquility that is when you go away from home for a bit 'of time, knowing that sooner or later you come back. It is very hard to explain what builds up inside when I'm there, the mix seemingly incompatible, of distance and belonging that I feel when I'm standing in the middle of Africa to turn in the car, away from everything I know and close to me same as maybe I can not be anywhere else. Of course I am conscious of having shared these things with Laura, Binda and Ritz, because to see that their reactions were identical to mine made me realize that we were in the right place. But there is no better than a trip that takes you in a place where you say: "I would not be anywhere else."
