There are times, when I just gotta dance...
... especially with my made to meaure shirt and my hat from Dar es Salaam
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- An African kind of day
- We all need a bit of magic in our lives
- Working together
- Lunch with my colleagues
- Quality control
- Cooking with Gas
- You can't take that away from them
- Rusuzumiro
- Raining season
- Bingo?
- Beehive man
- Let's face it
- Deconstructing technology and construction in Rwanda
- Kigali 'Taxi moto'
- Why I love those hills
- going native?
- Last stretch for volunteer number 3
- Another scenario of colonialism
- Historical moments
- Roadwork ahead
- Couples on the hills
- Abana Australia, Rugerero management: no more excuses
- Ciel, mon mari... Sky, my husband
- They have almost made it
- Easy and important
- Abana Jo, the WhiteTornado
- Who needs computer games?
- People’s faces
- An africanecdote and a west sad story
- Me and my hut
- An ambigous relationship
- and more portraits
- Of cupboards, carpenters, time and other matters
- no comment
- More faces on the hills
- More than a school
- Soeur Josephine: 1 - Sudanese war Lords: 0
- Venise Vs Kivu
- Boats on Lake Kivu
- Two ‘G.’ words
- African lake
- Psychological victims of the genocide
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