From Jimma to Gambella: coffee plantations, forests, tea plantations, deforestation, timkat…

Click on the picture below to see the trip on a satellite image. Then you can play with the scale and change from satellite to map, from map to relief…

“Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai… “

(I always remember Victor Hugo’s poetry in those occasions)

Soundtrack: Mulatu Astakte, Kasalèfkut Hulu (From All the Time I Have Passed), 2:45

Rastafari driving through the Highlands.

following the timkat and the prayers (click on the picture below to know where you are)

Finally, the Plain of Sudan at large…..

(click on the picture to see where the relief)

“When whole communities go to war — whole peoples, and especially civilised peoples — the reason always lies in some political situation, and the occasion is always due to some political object. War, therefore, is an act of policy” (Karl von Clauswitz, On War)

Contrary to Conrad’s novel, we were going down the river and the way was strewn with relics of past wars: Soviet machine guns (Ural half-track truck), refugee camps lost in the bush. Dreams of reason. Failed. Arriving in Gambella, the thickness of history proved to be struggling with the “earliest beginnings of the world”.

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