The Congo Chronicles: Introduction

So here we go! Friday night, in my castle, candles lit, vino tinto by my side, cafe del mar lounge music accompanying me...shall I dare to start? I came home from the office with so much energy after the mate (Argentina's national drink, a stimulating herbal infusion part of a social ritual) which I had with Lu this afternoon, and since I don't have any plans to go out, I decided to just go for it, and make a start to what is probably the most difficult story to share with you, none the less because it is so dear to me. I just read the entries in my diary from my one-week stay in Congo, and my throat is closed off with emotion, tears forming in my eyes.

How can one share what is so close to one's heart, without being afraid to give oneself, vulnerable, almost naked, to the eye of the reader? But then again, the only way writing works for me, is if it comes from the heart, uncensored, freeflowing, giving, honest.

The consultant in me had already thought about a logical way to organize my blog and pictures: background about Congo, politics, economics, family, daily life, and off course my grandmother, the central theme in my diary, memories, heart! But...to hell with logic! I've decided to just start writing, and see where the inspiration of the moment takes me, just the way I would like to live life, in the here and the now, guided by this incredible faith that everything will be allright and is exactly as it is supposed to be. Hopefully you'll be able to follow me, as I so much would love to share with you what I felt, Emotions with a capital E, which probably boil down to one universal theme: that BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER!