another way.
i’ve been in tanzania for a week now. far away from germany, far away from corona. or so it seems. sure, coming to africa to volunteer was meant to be a vacation with a purpose, but what feels most relaxing is not the new continent, country, people or food; it’s not having to deal with the craziness that surrounds the virus in the western world. life has to go on in tanzania, because life in tanzania doesn’t happen at home behind closed doors, life’s in the streets. it’s together, not apart. it’s loud, not quiet. it’s messy, not orderly. it’s fun if allow yourself to become part of it. at the airport and in western supermarkets they actually make you sanitize your hands and take your temperature before you’re allowed to go further. masks need to (sometimes) be worn in doctors’ offices and some stores. they sell them in the streets and occasionally you see a person in the streets wearing one, but nothin g lik e in germany. in some ways i feel safer, i’m not scared of contracting th...