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last days in africa

October 14, 2005
Sometimes, it’s hard to believe. End of this year, we’re going back home for good. Two years living in Africa will pass.

It was in February 2004 when I came to Cote d’Ivoire. Adit took me here and we became strangers in a country I knew as Pantai Gading.

First three months, we stayed in Novotel Hotel in Plateau.
It was fun at the beginning…
Staying in a hotel for such a long period made us remember everything the hotel served. We didn’t need a menu anymore to order food.
Adit went to office early in the morning and came to our room after seven o’clock in the evening.

After 2 months, I went bananas.

My face kissed the floor because I was trying to copy Jackie Chan doing salto on television. It was reaaaallly hurt!!! That was the first time I went to hospital in Abidjan.

After 3 months, we finally moved to a small apartment in Cocody.

After 10 months, we had to live separated. There was a terrible riot in Abidjan. I had to live back in Bandung. Adit had to go back to Abidjan alone.

After 2 months in agony, living separated, we met in Morocco for a week. When we hug each other at the airport, I really didn’t want to let him go. But I know, we had to live like this. I didn’t want him to see me cry. When I got in aeroplane, tears in my eyes were melting.
Creme de la creme of life is being with him.

After 6 months, Adit went to Bandung to take me back to Abidjan. I was very happy!!!

Next posting: more about living in Africa.

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