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certametente As you know are in Luanda.
I think a good starting point for this post (as it comes between us information).
Maybe not all but 'know that the town where I live is called Kilamba Kiaxi, also known as K. Kilamba Kiaxi or K. Not exactly a pleasant resort ', but let's run through today.
"Kilamba Kiaxi, Kilamaba Kiaxi, and Kilamba Kiaxi", and I always' played well in the head, so that, and now I'm doing my share of the more 'profound intimacy', at one point I wanted to call my sons so '. And Kilamba Kiaxi.

Then I discovered the meaning and I realized that was not a good thing.

The districts of Luanda have names most 'diverse and disturbing. In comparison Melara apparently a name of unusual cheerfulness.

Today, therefore, I 'to make a systematic cataloging, systemic and systematized the names of the bairro and municipalities. In short, a scientific treatise with its dignity 'ontological.

Bairro ethnic . Well, those are more 'easy to understand.
The most 'generic. Bairro Popular, for the inhabitants of the world. A little 'international. The
already 'mentioned Congolense,' cause it contained a large market of Congo.
The Cuban district. The assumptions on these mysterious name you'll leave it up to you.
The Chinese have not yet heard, but surely there '. It seems absurd, but there are also here. Full. The same malicious urban legends say that the Asians who live here are in fact 'of convicts to forced labor. You name it.

historic Bairro . Or at least in perfume history. Cumbo
Avo (Grandfather cumbia). From the first name of the owner of this little bar zona.Ve I put down the 'easy, but in reality' is still an open dispute between the sources. The hypothesis most 'ancestor credited wants Cumbo man, as well as' boss of the district. The more 'conspiratorial speaks of it as a trivial operator. The third, in flavor a little bit feminist, argues that in truth 'ancestor Cumbo was a woman. The bairro
golf (1 and 2). I embarrassed to explain it and I state that I for one do not believe it. In the past it was the place where the creeps Porotghesi playing golf ... ...

Remember, my job is supposed to be a scientific treatment tank.

Bairro with names of cities' . Here

names abound. Bemfica and São Paulo.

Bairro untranslatable (the incomplete 'and sources' was a major limiting factor in this Treaty).
Sambizanga (or as some divine thought voluntary, San Bisanga ... protector of that ???), Kassequel, Soooooo Viana and others (Supert sorry, but I've already 'lost the package).

Bairo-TV musical.
Santeiro de Roche. Named after the protagonist of a Brazilian soap opera (but what is missing in Italy to establish, say, UnPostoAlSoleCiti?).
Samba. Samba, samba, samba ...

Titanic. And I hope that at least Di Caprio has been crucified in some corner.

Bairro futuristic but not futuristic.

Nova vida. It 's a district under construction which should boost the whole city'. More 'to someone is crossing his fingers and maybe someone else is touching.

Bairro macabre. My favorite.

CAMAM. Or cemetery.
Lixera. Or landfill. If required, even
Titanic, and after all 'was a crash as well.
But, last but not least, Kilamba Kiaxi. Suffering and death. I live here.

anyone still wants to come visit me??

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Ulysses

And laughter will bury you, 'was written after ...

I was visiting a small malnutrtiti who had been hospitalized for two weeks on the ward, and raised as one of my best intelligent expression, this little creature, which so far only hinted at a smile when pulled down her cheeks, all concentrated as it was not to let the feathers, and 'burst out laughing. Taste. Robe from 272 teeth.

I think I'm almost dead. A gift.

's true. Many have told me. I never wrote the hospital.

It 's not easy, I do not think being capable. I can not be objective.

I wish I could tell of malnourished children arriving on the ward, skin-bones and huge eyes and distant, some already 'too far.

I pause to describe the wonder of how a faccietta excavated from day to day, could blow up a nice pair of cheeks to the point of creeping doubt that the child must have been mistaken at night time.

I wish I could explain the sense of loss that I feel when, to accompany the little ones eaten by hunger, there are no women reduced to extreme poverty ', but certainly not well-off women, but' enough to afford a cell phone.

of anger to see that instead of mothers' milk to children, they are laughing happily together.

of other women who have forgotten the name or age 'of their child.

But you also talked about the many mothers tenderly caring and concerned, attentive to every single syllable that comes out of your mouth, as if from one of those would depend on their lives.

of gratitude that can display.

I want to tell the incredible flavor that seems to have a banana when it is eaten by one of those hungry dwarves or taste you feel when you see them play after so long.

I would talk about the world outside of the Divine. Talk about it without too laugh about.

describe the anguish that go in an ambulance the first time, I had to see how no action, despite the urgency, would shift to one side to let us pass, all absolutely indifferent to the life that was dying on board.

I would probably tell from the episodes of corruption at all levels of society ', which are recounted, the incredible feeling of suffocation that Luandesi intenzonati live well every day, misleading television models satellite is transmitting to the young, increasingly values' reversed. West.

tell you about a country where the coca-cola is cheaper than water (...).

And in all this I would not have even told of the void that seems to leave the ignorance of how the absence of a culture in the layers most 'deprived sections of the population is taking away, every moment more,' the possibility 'a way out.

And the struggle that some monstrous anoglani David (and others) are fighting against Goliath compatriots (AND) to give an education to all.

So only thoughts would be in order, too confused to understand me.
Without an overall view. An outlet. A stream of consciousness. Something like a flush shot. A
Ulysses. Certainly not joiceiano.