Africa far and wide

It was all a lie. After working as a chef in a popular hotel in Beira for eleven years, he believed his efforts and hard work had finally been recognized. He had been chosen, amongst others, to go to Maputo for training where he would receive an official Chefs certificate. He happily waved good bye to his wife and children, unaware that he would only see their faces again in eleven years time.

Francesco would not be training at a chef school. He would be training at an army camp. He would learn to kill. He would forget his family. He would forget his past. He would forget himself.

I’m not going to name political parties, because the parties seem irrelevant when it comes to this man’s story. It seemed not to be about which party you supported, what you really believed and were willing to fight for until death…

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