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Old Nick
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At the end of the 90s I walked extensively in West Africa and I had many adventures that only Africa makes you live, especially that day when I left Togo for Burkina-Faso.
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It was hot. Too damn hot. But it wasn’t the heat that was driving me crazy—it was the humidity. That sticky, suffocating, relentless humidity that clung to my skin, soaked my clothes, turned every breath...
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I had written this text in French, I asked ChatGPT to translate it...
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It was hot. Too damn hot. But it wasn’t the heat that was driving me crazy—it was the humidity. That sticky, suffocating, relentless humidity that clung to my skin, soaked my clothes, turned every breath...
Read more
Continue reading...