I celebrated the night with friends and colleagues at a "beer and pork" restaurant in the suburbs of Kampala – a very Ugandan place. The TV's were blasting Obama speeches and news from the inauguration and the air was filled with the smell of fresh pork - it couldn’t have been a better night!
I woke the following morning feeling euphoric and not at all brooding, yet at the back of my mind the words of a parting colleague kept playing over: "You know Peder, in the US you have four big birthdays, at 16 you can drive, at 18 you can vote, at 21 you can drink and at 30.. well, then you're really old!"
Svarte Peder,
ReplyDeleteden 30 årsdagen gikk meg hus forbi! Men slik vi kjenner deg tror jeg deg på ditt ord - bedre feiring enn dette, i tjukkeste Afrika, kunne du ikke fått. Og du behøver ikke bekymre deg veldig mye for fortsettelsen, 30 årsdagen blir fort en ubetydelig parantes. Resten av livet kommer du til å lure på hva i all verden som var så spesielt med den! Livet ruller videre i samme tempo og intensitet i mange år enda for typer som deg.
Hilsen Jesper