• Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.

    Ernest Hemingway (2015). “Green Hills of Africa: The Hemingway Library Edition”, p.51, Simon and Schuster