2015 · 04. Juni 2015

Somewhere… in the Congo, with love. April 14, 1992 The Congo I met a Mara named Die, and not one of our visible lifelines intersected. But more than a few invisible ones did. He was my friend. We drifted down the bilharzia filled Tana to the Indian Ocean as the tide was falling too low to turn when the call came to circle back again. The banks were too high and the water too low, so the hull scraped the bottom and threw our 40 foot steamer on it’s side.