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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I can’t help it. I am reading an interesting novel about a violinist who loses…
I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On…
The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time…
Africa
I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On…
The meeting will begin at eight o’clock in the morning. That’s what the green paper…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
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IT’S FULL OF PIGS. That’s what we found upon arrival at the next village, Green Hill Quarry, in Liberia. The village is shaped like an L-shaped slide. It’s so inclined that it feels like…
“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the Sajj. I gulped down one more Club beer and felt apprehensively ready to hit the night in…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
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They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again. They say that when the war broke out she chose to stay in Monrovia. They say that…
“If you go to Kindia, you know: go up Gangan and go and see my Guinean family”, said Monique, my Belgian friend in Liberia. Despite the fact that Monique had left Guinea…
