About

I had a house in Africa. Not Karen Blixen’s farm. Just a house by the sea. On the western coast of Africa, near Conakry, Guinea. Growing up by the sea, for my sister and I, meant a wee bit of home-schooling and most of the day spent in the water. Swimming, fishing, playing pirates with an inflatable dinghy. Fighting jelly fish. Watching dolphins go by. Even a shark once! We stopped swimming just a couple of days. And went back to the sea, to watch the African boats passing by. The odd race by Ghanean canoes, paddling with golden oars.

The Equinox signals the highest tides of the year. Twice, in spring and autumn, the sea would swell, rise to the first steps of the house. Storms would bang the terrace. And we would go out, drenched (why do children love to play in the rain?) and face the high tides from a safe distance of a just a few yards. Magic. Pure and simple. Well, Africa was – and still is a bit – sheer magic.

This blog is about Magic. Fiction. Art. Africa and other places. Like I said: Magic.

 

Note: This is intended as a multi-language blog. English, Spanish (readers have been spared French so far!) I will try to publish one english and one spanish post every week, around thursday/friday. So if you don’t speak spanish, you’ll get an english post and vice-versa. Speak both? Get two posts. 🙂

Thanks for visiting. Gracias por visitar!

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132 thoughts on “About

  1. I remember the Crows story. It left me transfixed. Just read it again. What you have here, my dear, seems like a memoir you don’t want to write. One might even call it a spiritual memoir in the way of Campbell’s Hero’s Journey. Anyone who knew Karen Blixen, whether from living nearby, or meeting at some odd chance, has a story to tell. The land speaks. I went through an Africa period in my reading, as I went through a Russian period and a British period, but Africa, whether with Blixen or Lessing or Achebe or Coetzee captured me.

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