October 2009
17 posts
When I was a boy, growing up in Mogadishu Somalia, I was not aware of the opinion discrepancy created by the heart’s colors. Since the many hearts of the world contain various feelings about whatever the object or subject may be, there could not be a unanimous agreement on the color best suited to paint an object or subject.
As a child the colors of this place intrigued me. The sky was...
“Mogadishu is a port city on the Indian Ocean, and it was beautiful then. Walking...”
– From “Desert Flower” by Waris Dirie
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