|Project||World with FotoIN|
|Location||Nairobi, Kenya (8.9916341, 38.7483369)|
|Date||04/02/2014, 3:25:50 pm|
I've spent 12 days in Nairobi going back and forth with this visa thing, not even being able to leave the room properly. I had to be available if more information was needed or if they wanted me to go to the Ethiopian Embassy to fix something.
There was always something in the way, always a new obstacle or a miscommunication. I was slipping into madness and I didn't even try to stop it. I thought it might even be a good thing to try, being in this historical vacuum of sorts. There are no social consequences of insanity here. Either way it's certainly better than despair. But is there a point in embracing lunacy? Will this make it go away? My normal daily routine consisted of nothing but slow mental decay. I would wake up in the morning and go down to the street to buy some food and coffee, without even changing my shirt. I've just gone past caring. Back in the hotel I would jump around in my room, listening to music. Then I would watch a movie, drink, read, write. Eventually I started taking long walks in the middle of the night, not even knowing or caring if this was the wrong neighborhood to do it in. Streets were empty, only the security guards with long rifles were roaming around. Why would a security guard need a long rifle? I would leave all my valuables in the room, still taking about 10 dollars just not to disappoint the potential robbers too much. Maybe I was even asking for trouble, just to break the monotony and the dread of waiting. "Mzungu! Boss, give me some dollars!" random locals shouted as I passed, the street lamps broken. There was a crippled guy I saw crawling on the streets each night. I would slip him some money when our paths crossed and then continued walking aimlessly. On Friday, April 4, I finally snapped. Screw this! I'm going to Rome to do this thing personally. It wasn't about seeing Ethiopia anymore. As far as I was concerned, the whole country can disappear from the face of the Earth, I couldn't care less. This was personal - it was me against the bureaucratic mind.