Between a 'salama', a 'brochette' and lots of smiles, life flows slowly and very fast at the same time. The days follow one after the other and there is never the time to really realize everything that happens, but I repeat to myself “brunette, brunette”.
When I stop to think, I realize how lucky I am to be surrounded by such wonderful and welcoming people and to be able to be a part of it all.
It is difficult to explain this reality: several times I have found myself trying to understand it, made up of infinite smiles that do not reveal pain.
I'm still trying to make sense of everything that's going on, but for now I just want to get carried away and take everything I can from this experience.
There is a Malagasy word that I want to represent my way of life here and it is 'Mazotoa'. It doesn't have a real translation but it comes close to English 'enjoy' and that's just what I want to do, live it to the end.
