It’s the dust in the air on a busy street, the bright colored buildings, the piki piki rides that make you pray until your feet are on the ground again, the walks where everyone who sees you yells “mzungu, how are you?”, the feeling of being surrounded by a language that you have to strain to understand, the way you stop and walk across a busy street just to greet an acquaintance, it’s the raw feeling

… that this is real life.