Pic. El Corte Ingles, hypermarket in Coboda and many other Spanish cities and towns, you get everything here and its expensive.Tomorrow I´m travelling to Madrid (about 400km from here) in which to get there I can take train 1h40min, or by bus´+5hrs or plane. It is usual here for many to take train which I also did. When I´m talking of trains in these parts of the world, don´t try to imagine TRL (Reli ya Kati) or TAZARA. Trains in these parts are fast (about 250km/h), reliable, comfy inside, and well, no hawkers to disturb you!
That I´m going to Madrid isn´t something you need know, do you? I´m telling this ´cause I´d to buy a ticket, so I went ot the station to get it.There I met one broder (brother) from The Gambia, West Africa. This guy has been to the station since early morning, he wants to go to Barcelona. To get there he needs about 70euros and he´s only 20euros. He´s there seeing for any good samaritan to get him the remaining amount. Just try to think of the cold here (3 degrees C) and hunger because he cannot use the money he has for food else he won´t get to Barcelona. This broder has been here for almost a year, he came through Senegal by boat offcourse.
Negroes (Blacks) are very few here, so when you happen to see one you´re like, wow! So this guy saw me and came to play his fortune, to ask for some money so that he can travel. It is almost 1815hrs freezing evening and all signs taht it´ll rain or something, showers have started by the way. He spoke, I listened not able to help in any way. Why? you may ask, well, first I didn´t at that point trusted him, and second I didn´t had any extra for him too. My ticket costed me some 90euros. He smelled like someone who hadn´t enjoyed the luxury of bath for some weeks, mouth was dry signifying hunger and despair. Anyone would pity him, but here everybody is having enough problems for himself so nobody really cares, I´d say. There is all this economic crisis and everybody seems to feel its pangs, businesses closing and bars and pubs generally empty.
So to all who hunger for a nafasi to come to First World you´re welcome, but you´ve got to be prepared. Get your university degree or something, get your legal documents and save some cents for a start-up then come, else it´s not all glittering here. Also for those who would wish to be born a dog in Europe than a person in Dark Continent, bingo! Just imagine locked inside for the whole day, only to get out when your owner is back from work for a stroll in the public park or street, with a strap round your neck and all fast food! If you were thinking of inzi, don´t even think of it. They really don´t like houseflies, that means you´ll be dead before long when you get here.
When I was coming some friends were telling, don´t come back; zamia! Ain´t gonna do that whatever, wherever!
Am out
I was invited to a school near where I live in which the wife of Pd Pepe´s sister firstborn is teaching. It is a private school owned by some congregation of RC priests. as you can see in the first picture it is a three storey building in which the first floor is Pre-school (3-6 year-olds), the second floor is Primary school (6-14 year-olds) and the upper floor is Secondary school (+14 year olds). 
