“This is it”, I exclaimed, after reading a post in one of the blogs on Sudan that I follow. A blog by a European girl in Sudan writing this Monday a very nice note about the Greek Club. I quote from TurningSudanese:
A cockerel crows loudly as I lie reclined on a sun lounger in the Greek Club; a small oasis of calm away from the hot, dusty and chaotic city of Khartoum. The turquoise water laps reassuringly as the African sun beats down ferociously on my head. Exclusively open to foreigners and excused from the Muslim dress code, it is the one place I feel I can relax without prying eyes boring into me. Having said that, there is an uncomfortable colonial air to the establishment. Fenced off from reality, we lounge in bikinis and briefs by the pool as local waiters serve us cold beverages. Mixed swimming is forbidden in the Arab world, so Allah knows what they must think of us. A large sign at the head of the pool warns that photos are prohibited; reminding us of the illicit nature of what we are doing here. I close my eyes and fall into a sun-induced sleep.
What I had just read was what I have been missing most from Sudan – and I had to be honest about it: the contrast of being able to profit of moments of tranquillity in one of the most chaotic urban centers in the world, that is downtown Khartoum; the sweetness of having every right to be doing things illegal; the sun on the skin through the water from a pool or even better the river in these unique Fridays on Crocodile Island; the feeling of belonging to the most historical diaspora in the country and the determination that when colonial mentalities are kicked out of the consciousness of the few Greeks that are still there, then a brilliant future both for the Greek community and for Khartoum could be expected; the amassing of positive energy from the lack of concerns so as to launch the next trip, expedition, project in the North.
Where, since the Aswan Dam was built, one goes from Khartoum. We will be back to the khartoumi South and in the north of north Sudan. But not yet. For the time being, let it be enough that we decided not to keep our backs turned to blogging, but to come back to blogging. Time to show you at least what’s happening here in the north in regards to what we expect to do in the future “there”; in the magnificent space of the distance between the Jamhuriya al-igrigiya and the Shimaliya an-nubiya…