When I was in the Congo, I became a point of interest. While walking from the Rwandan-Congolese border to the Conglese town of Bukavu I passed two truck loads of UN soldiers from Pakistan.
I realized one of them was holding a camera and taking a picture of me. I started laughing. I come to the Congo, the ‘heart of darkness,’ the off-limits territory, to see what I can see, and prove it is safe, and I become the oddity. There is a certain level of irony to that.
I ended up posing for photos with each of the 8 men in the two jeeps.
Then a few posed in a picture for me.
And believe it or not that wasn’t even the strangest part of the day.
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