A cross road. Double entendre.

The kingdom of Heaven is like a village that stays just above the poverty line by producing almost pure alcohol from sugar cane. With the proceeds the village people clothe and educate their children (at least a little) and put food on the table. As a part of a land locked country with on the […]

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Lets learn how to party.

We were walking down the dirt road. A kid in a collar and tie always confuses my perception of their age. So the man that i thought was 20 was actually still in high school. He would act as my translator. Unknown to me, in Uganda, a greeting between strangers can last for ten minutes. […]

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