Walking on a Crocodile’s Belly in Lisbon

It’s been a long time since I’ve been bewildered and alone in an unfamiliar place. I was able to find this exhilarating brand of confusion in Lisbon. I’m really good at walking around like an idiot, and being clueless is more fun than you think. When...

Names by which I am known

In Timbuktu with a piece of camel cheese in my mouth “Home” is difficult for me to define. For the moment, I consider “home” to be places where people know my name. Thinking about that today, I realized that not only do I have more than one...

I am going to Lisbon and I need your help

It’s going to be a couple months before I drink a Drogba – the local name of the near-liter-sized Bock Ivorian beer. I can salivate over the photo in the mean time. I leave tonight for Lisbon. A lot of people — Malian friends in particular —...