I’m Carlos Battaglini and I left everything to become a writer. Here you will find posts about my curious life in Liberia and other African countries. It is also where I immerse myself in the burning light of African literature through brutally honest book reviews. Welcome to your home and thanks for joining me on this adventure.
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Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan,…
They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again.…
There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
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Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan,…
THE TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
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MONIQUE, THE WOMAN WHO HATED (AND LOVED) GUINEA CONAKRY, had allowed another truce with this country on disclosing to me, “if you go to Conakry, go to the islands: an authentic oasis”.…
Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan, we head to the “restaurant” owned by the Lebanese man so he can prepare us some food…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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WHAT IS YOUR NAME? It’s true. Every time you meet a Liberian and share a few seconds of your life, maybe a few minutes, they will ask you: “Your name?” “Carlos, my…
As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once wrote about Liberia in his masterpiece, The Shadow of the Sun. How he’d be decapitated if he…
