Just a week

Sun, warm sun touching my face. It is so dry that the weakest wind blows red sand off the roads. Here and there are houses, some of red bricks, some from material i'm still not sure what it is. Fields on both sides of the dry sandy road are also dry, growing most often nothing. Everything is waiting for the rain, but there is still a couple of months to go until the lush green gets its chance to have power. The heat is not exhausting, it is nice and warm, early mornings are sometimes even cold. Cold enough to find something long-sleeved from my bag.
The sounds of Africa can make me sit in one place and listen for a long time. At night you can see the birds that make all the noise at dawn. Big birds flying restlessly here and there and while finding your way in darkness towards the little house... you better watch your head and as i was also advised to keep on moving.. FAST... when you hear something in the bushes... difficult with my curiosity. Then the singing, it is just amazing, that is something everybody can do and you can just listen and listen without getting bored. On my walk on Saturday i met Dominic, an old man from a nearby village, true Catholic as he introduced himself, he pointed his finger towards a mountain and asked.. can you hear it? And i could, it was singing with joy, it was full of life even though it seemd to be far. Since then I try to keep my ears even more opened.
With all the slow motion around i was surprised to see the small life on the ground moving extremely fast and i learned a lesson that danger can occur from the ground- luckily before happenings that could put me in danger, so in a way curiosity is good.
Sun sets early, too early for me, but it also brings even more peace in this peaceful countryside of Malawi. I aprecciate the possibility to be here and i will keep all my senses alert to see small changes from day to day in everything, including me.