I didn’t like Bamako because of crazy trafic jam, air polution which gave a sore throat, laterite land which dyes all cloths red, and hustle and bustle.
All those elements show me that Bamako is too far from desert where I love.
But after receiving many collers for condolences for few days, an impression of Bamako was chaged a bit.
I still don’t like a geographic character of Bamako, but I apreciate relations who live in Bamako.
They brought me an air of desert and it relieve me from nostalgia.
On a dune, under a starlit sky : 6