Someone was knocking on the door. It was 6am and someone was knocking on their fucking door.
“Does this city ever sleep?” She growled, as she dragged herself out of bed and shuffled out of her bedroom. 2,077 more words
Life in Maputo is full of politics. It´s extremely interesting and fills dinner tables with conversations. Then again it also includes complete silence and dinner parties talking only about the upcoming winter and hope of the rains not to be labeled by any political views. 528 more words