3 weeks ago I finished in Lusaka agreement to two business days.
Main purpose of the visit was the shopping spree for the project.
bought a PC, printer, fax, other electrical equipment, stationery.
Lucia has been able to be interviewed by the European Union for a video that "should be seen by 10 million people." We'll see.
were hosted by some friends of mine, a Swiss friend of long standing (that in the environment for expatriates means more than 3 months), one Canadian, one German and a Zambian.
A sort of small town in the middle of Lusaka. Nice.
Friday evening we had dinner with another friend, a Zambian rasta who lived six years in Cuba and teaches physical education at the university.
quiet dinner, I cooked, then party light and relaxed by some French ever seen. Saturday
a bit 'of work, then in the afternoon game of squash and Clips with Lucia.
And from then on it started on Saturday night in the Zambian sauce.
Before we went to dinner in town so everything is quiet.
The evening's program was to be another celebration of French (since the English and South American fugitive, other Hispanics have to replace them for dancing) and then go somewhere local.
We head to the party. The preconditions for a good night all were: me and six girls, with opportunities to acquire other long- the course of the night.
We're going to get to the gate, when in the middle of the road looms the scenario of a bad accident. A car in a ditch, the other in the street. Destroyed.
The two drivers apparently are doing well, even if one is terrified and hides in the bushes to avoid being seen.
A girl was pulled out of the car and lying on the grass. E 'in shock and bleeding side. One policeman
meanwhile occurred and asks me, since I'm one of the few whites present, if you can take the girl in a hospital: the deck chairs on the back of the machine (I have a 4x4 pickup), there is for sure, he says.
In a fit of rationality involved a driver who did not hide and rightly points out to the police if you have ever heard of first aid and that's risky move.
While the line of cars stretches, the Zambian girl, who was in the car with me, we have heard reports that some boys in the local language, "Hey, we call friends because there are a lot of white people, large machines , surely there is something to steal. "
then decide to move: I am friends with the Swiss, the Zambian and Canadian go to a nearby hospital (private) to see if it is possible to be a doctor, and another colleague Lucia Italian await us in a bar just off The German girl remains close to the accident that is her friend.
arrived at the hospital.
Expose, so excited, 2 nurses to the case and these, quite relaxed, we are told that:
1) the ambulance driver there
2) to try another hospital
Note that the ' above hospital was no more than 2 km from the place of the incident.
I go out, while my friends, astonished, inveigh against private health care system.
Back in our absence and we find that the police came and broke it loaded on a machine, a pick-up like mine!
Our German friend went with them. We decide
then that is the case in a quiet place to sit and reach and Elisa Lucia coffee.
Meanwhile, we drink a beer and talking about private health care, public, police etc. we are unable to make the company a Ugandan girl and my longtime friend of Chikuni, Kasonde.
After an hour, we decide to move to a room that doubles as outdoor music, the Vegas. Since
place in the car there, I say to Teresa, the Ugandan girl, to leave the car outside the bar, which is in a shopping mall. Keep in mind this detail. Welcomes and head. The place reminds
is a mix between a tourist and the set of "Madagascar."
Bianchi few. Blank less.
Kasonde and I become the bodyguards of the girls.
There are various rooms / dance floors and a plaza where a band goes crazy making cover of Bob Marley.
We stay there an hour. Towards a
Teresa decided to return to the car and then home by her French husband, who is at home doing the babysitter to Calypso, the daughter. This detail is absolutely useless for our story, but I liked the name.
arrive before the mall and the entrance gate is closed, with no chain, but a little.
go down and there's now two guards saying that the mall closes at 1 and with it all the cars parked nearby.
I look forward, it is the correct one. We were not even in Germany!
Please note that the guard is a matter of seconds, he opens the gate, we take the car that is parked at 5 meters from the gate itself.
Nothing. Adamant.
Teresa and another friend of mine then try to bring the discussion towards pietism, we are two girls, it's late, what will my husband etc.
Nothing.
comes another kind, very arrogant, which threatens to call the police, no one knows why.
As we speak, I am reminded that Kasonde has worked for the same security company. I call it, comes in 10 minutes.
ask to speak directly responsible.
Go inside the mall and disappears for 20 minutes. Then he reappears and looks Teresa: You can take the car, he says.
I look at him. What did you say? And he explained to me how the boss lives. That in a nutshell, no mess or I talk to someone upstairs.
Here is a summary of how Zambia. You can go around drunk at night without headlights and the engine is total failure and not be stopped (hey, it's not my case!), Or there are episodes like this, where the face of clear rules, there is a 'strict enforcement of them, only to find their attitude worthy of the "Godfather", and everything is exactly as before!
For the record, the evening is over the legendary Alpha Bar in Lusaka. This time without a hitch.
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