I was wondering what kind of colors I am going to find in south africa, and here I am. We are visiting a city called Bloemfontein, and after they received us with a very hot welcome, we went to a visit to an high school.
It is just time to knock, and the Principal greets us with a strong handshake, which lasts longer than I want to admit. Why am I so unsettled by a man-man contacts? Why so?
He laughs with a baritone voice, smiles with an infinite number of white perfect teeth. And he looks so confident. I admire him.
It is the right time to go out, and check other colors.
I love bricks, I love blue, I love yellow.
Isn’t it great? Sky, sand, metal, glass.
And kids are so cute, with their uniform, sparkling blue, yellow.
Can you notice the colors I am talking about?
What colors do you see?
We walk to the music class, and they just start to sing for us.
Ready? three, two, one.
Do you like it?
We clap; someone cries because the lyric (“let’s celebrate south africa all together…”).
We chat for a while, get snacks.
When the meeting is finished, we pack, greet, hug, and go to the car.
And while we drive out of the school, I am so full with feelings, with colors, all those reds, yellows and blues. I guess everything went smoothly and nicely.
I don’t know what did you like, but I have the feeling that there was something I should have noticed, and I missed it.
I check my shots, and I wonder.
If you may tell it, tell me.