Safari in Kenya

When I heard people talk about "Mal d'Africa" I didn't know exactly what they meant, now I know...but it's impossible to describe it.

Africa is a strange country: the colours, the scents, the gaze of the people you meet in the street convey something that you'll find hard to remove from your heart.

My trip to Kenya starts there: I had recently separated and I felt like going far away to forget and to try to feel something different from the suffering that had accompanied me in recent years.

I understood immediately on my arrival in Kenya that I had chosen the right place.

I found myself in the peace of the immense expanses of land, in the silence of the savannah, in the cry of the birds in the sky, in the running of the animals fleeing from their predators, in the rivers that water the land, in the sun at sunset so different from the one I had seen up to now, in the freedom of whole herds of animals that pass beside you as if you didn't exist, in the water of the lakes that quench the animals, in the scent of the acacia woods of Amboseli park with the rocky earth covered in thorny bushes where the immensity of Kilimanjaro dominates the plain, to the same flat immensity of Lake Nakuru where more than a million pink flamingos range, from the blue of the infinite sky above the red savannah where antelopes, gazelles, leopards and lions run, where elephants travel in single file and lions rest wearily under the trees, where everything seems infinite and the inf

inite seems the nothing that fills your mind and you then feel free to vibrate with your mind in the air like the birds that do so in the blue sky of this stupendous land.