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i'm only spending five days in freetown. that is not enough to really get out of town, but it's too much to spend just in freetown.
i didn't mind and went right back to the beach, where i met musu again. had a good time.
when i returned to my guesthouse later, towards the evening, i kind of woke up from something like a dream...
i've travelled so much in the last couple of years, that i must have gotten too used to the sights of poverty and misery. i believe that the worst situation must be living in a place where, apart from material problems, the society is on the ground, where hate and criminality, make a hard life almost unbearable.
in freetown, however, i felt there to be a very good spirit. people makeing jokes, laugh and seem to make the best of the situation. maybe also acting that way in order not to think too much about reality and the past (reminded me a bit of brazil in that respect).
it had kind of blinded me. and this evening i 'saw' for the first time how badly destroyed some parts of the city actually are... there are lot's of ruins which are just barely repaired with scraps of metal and plastic planes.
it made me feel guilty, don't know why, and i got kind of depressed. "are you ok? what's the matter with you? let me offer you a beer!" someone said and smiled at me. i felt confused... just a bit out of place. we ended up talking a lot and i was feeling good again, when i was back home.
i went out with musu again and we had a nice evening, last night in freetown...