Authors:
Jussi Impiö
I had arrived to Kisumu, Kenya, some hours earlier, and I was waiting for dinner in a two-table outdoor food joint by Lake Victoria, ice-cold Tusker (local beer) in hand. I have always liked the rhythm of this lakeside town. There were stars in the sky, and a fresh breeze was humming from the majestic lake. After Nairobi, the breeze smelled especially good. In a state of serenity, I admired the perfume in the wind, when I suddenly realized the simplest thing. It turned the perfume into a stench and made me open a new, slightly darker perspective on…
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