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Ébano no es un libro más sobre África es un fresco inmenso desde África Para escribirlo Kapuściński no visitó el continente se mudó a él y esa mudanza le cambió para siempre A las orillas de los caminos de tierra roja se fijó en todo lo ue un «enviado especial» pasa por alto las prisas de la descolonización atropellada; la marcha incesante y con lo puesto del gentío; los retablos profundamente humanos ue una y otra vez se arman y desarman en las cunetas de la HistoriaSus. Ryszard Kapuscinski sits under the branchy shade of a solitary acacia and stares at the incommensurable moonlike landscape unfolding in front of him Plains covered with parched thorny shrubs and vast extensions of sandy ground seem ablaze in a shimmering haze that refracts on the journalist’s eyes forcing him to suint “Water and shade such fluid inconstant things and the two most valuable treasures in Africa” this half historian half journalist recalls while revisiting the thirty years he spent roaming the most recondite spots of this battered continent castigated both by man and the most hostile aspect of nature A place where its people are one with its arid terrain blinding light and spicy smells A place where the night belongs to myth and spirits where time stretches and melts without shape or tempo A place where history does not exist in archives or records because it can only be measured by memory by what can be recounted here and now So I sit down next to Ryszard and I listen to his chronicleWith unsentimental approach and spartan phraseology unravelled in a collage of disorderly snapshots spread out in time and assorted geography Kapuscinski evokes the Africa that runs through his veins beats in his heart and brims over his memory avoiding clichés and showing the hidden face of this mistreated continent He neither judges nor idealizes the African culture Instead he narrows his incisive perspective down to the daily life of cast leaders peasants or the bayaye beggars eluding the official routes of embassies palaces or press conferences to disclose the reality of contemporary Africa Formally presented in autobiographical narrative but with the intimate tone of a personal diary the main events of the last century are overtly disclosed colonialism racism tribal wars mass famine sadistic genocide power struggles and corruption are tackled and dissected with factual crudity Kapuscinski’s account is that of a witness that of a wanderer who knows Africa to be a too disparate menagerie of tribes castes and ancient traditions to be framed as a whole “The continent is too large to describe It is a veritable ocean a separate planet a varied immensely rich cosmos Only with the greatest simplification for the sake of convenience we can say “Africa” In reality except as a geographical appellation Africa does not exist”One needs to inhale the pungent odor of rotten fish drying out in the scorching sun to wake up in a local hospital shuddering with the feverish coldness of malaria to observe emaciated children fainting next to markets full of provisions or used as kamikaze soldiers in the militia under the effect of drugs to assume that a useless object like a casserole or a rusty bicycle can make a difference between poverty and middle class to respect tribes whose only source of income comes from a camel or a cow and their culture of exchange to understand that misery condemns most to death and transforms a few into monsters bloody dictators crazied executioners like Idi Amín whose demented uest to exterminate the Tutsis cast in Rwanda was endorsed by several European presidents One needs to live all that in order to entirely grasp the glory and the conseuence of a place like AfricaKapuscinski awakens from his reverie He stares back at me his eyes full of golden sun and unwavering sadness Sitting under the shelter of this acacia tree I have listened to this man’s soul and I have felt The Spirit of Africa I have envisioned life as an endless battle as a frail euilibrium between survival and annihilation but also as a mosaic of vivid colors and ceaceless metamorphosis And I have understood that nothing will ever conuer the immense elephant of the world nothing will ever conuer Africa and its power within For its power remains in its untamable nature and its nature is its people
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Heban by Ryszard KapuścińsCrónicas a pie de calle y carretera se empaparon de ese feeling profundo del continente ue olemos y casi palpamos al leerlas la impresión simultánea de movimiento perpetuo y de permanencia nómada esa convivencia de lo efímero y lo ancestral ue cuestiona valores ue en Occidente creemos sólidos como la rocaÉbano pasaba de mano en mano entre la peueña colonia de expatriados de Malabo en Guinea Ecuatorial donde a los veintipocos viví y trabajé como profesor Nunca se me olvidó la. A book like this would normally I would have imagined taken me very little time to read because I would devour it in a binge of gulpings and swallowings but it took me a good deal longer In part for the simple reason that I was taken up with other things and couldn't find the freedom to absorb myself in his world as I would have liked but also for the eually simple but at the same time profound reason that there was just too much to take inI listed it as epistolary and though it is not officially so it reads like a series of letters across a long career working in the continent of Africa as it breaks free of colonialism and steps onwards into independence Sometimes this takes him on a positive journey but far too often it brings him into contact with the dark horror or vicious oppression and poverty Years ago i read Thomas Eidson's novel ' St Agnes' stand' in which a group of nuns are cornered in the desert of the US and as I read it my throat experienced the parched land in which they were caughtand i swear I felt thirsty As I read Kapuscinski's accounts of poverty and degradation and the destruction of hope and joy I swear I felt just a little of that pain and sadness He is masterful at making you see of making you hear and smell and notice and this is a great grace Salman Rushdie talks somewhere about novels enabling us to meet and hear and encounter people from whom we would normally flee this journalist does exactly the same thingAcross this book you journey through about 50 years and he touches down in various places and times Tyrants and despots crowd around for your attention alongside the poor and downtrodden The eternal optimist in his writing argues back and forth with the realist and some lovely achingly beautiful images come about He writes of political change and geographical oddities he writes of celebration and colour and welcome and then flips the coin and there is hatred and fear and isolation but through it all is this really wonderful sense of his real love for the African peoples He does not shy away from the brutality and stupidity of things that have happened; he drives home the guilt and irresponsibilty of the previous colonial powers whilst not ignoring the obvious culpability of the fools and much worse the thieves and thugs so often in power now but over riding it all his eternal optimist seems to gain the upper hand He writes fondly of the odd uirks and traditions and emphasizes the importance of cultures listening and learning and therefore beginning to understand each other even if not agreeing I suppose in many ways this is an imprtant service his writing might achieve He sometimes writes with his tongue firmly in his cheek and I found this an endearing breather after the sadness and bleakness of some of what he had to relate Speaking of a growing relationship with his driver Omenka with whom he worked he writesOn the day we first met I gave him nothing as we parted He walked away without so much as a good bye I dislike cold formal relations between people and I felt bad So the next time I gave him 50 naira the local currency He said goodbye and smiled'this Kapuscinski relates cheered him and so he gradually increased the amounts he gave to the driver and after each increase the man's response to him also deepened until'without stretching this story out any longer suffice it to say that I ended up showering him with so many naira that we were simply unable to part Omenka's voice was always trembling with emotion and with tears in his eyes he would swear his everlasting devotion and fidelity 'This humour might seem when taken out of context to be a belitling or criticizing of the driver but within the framework of Kapuscinski's admiration for Africa and its peoples it does not read like that I chose the example purely cos it made me smile and was a wonderful example of his ability to create in such a way that you met the people of whom he was speakingThere are so many lovely passages that i could just lift sentences and phrases from almost every chapter but that would be to fragment what is a really lovely creation someone described it as a mosaic and that is a great image For him Africa is ever alert to its chance for change and growth and so maybe the very last paragraph is a wonderful clarion call of hope and a good uotation on which to finish'Everyone walked in silence to their huts and the boys snuffed out the lights on the tables It was still night but Africa's most dazzling moment was approaching the break of day '