Carlos Battaglini (English)

Carlos Battaglini (English)

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Liberia / My name is Carlos Battaglini, writer and adventurer. This blog is my own personal space where I share my life in Liberia from a curious expat point of view.
Carlos Battaglini (English)
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I DON’T KNOW IF I WANTED TO WRITE THIS ABOUT MONROVIA

These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer and you don't know what to write about.

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Kids in Liberia

CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel what it is? An airport, a kaleidoscopic space, a mental multiplication, a neurological trampoline. And meanwhile, I listen to her. And whilst I am checking in, I see her. I see Roseline moving rhythmically, to the beat of a wish.

Roseline, an liberian woman who goes to the airport every and she repeats, "One day, I will be the one getting on that plane and travelling around the world

THE GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED TO SKILFULLY FIND OUR WAY IN. It was still light, but the sun was gently setting in Liberia. We took a few steps and came across two tables either side of a dirt track. The plastic urns, escorted by many

It was still light, but the sun was gently setting in Liberia. We took a few steps and came across two tables either side of a dirt track.

ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MONROVIA, LIBERIA. IN THE MIDDLE OF DEPRIVATION AND AN IMMORTAL ENERGY, we get out the Toyotas Prado and make our way to a crumbling school that was hosting several scattered polling stations. It seemed as if the whole neighbourhood had already voted at these tables because the rooms were practically empty;

On the outskirts of monrovia, Liberia. In the middle of deprivation and an inmortal energy, we get out the Toyotas Prado and make our way to a school

Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a triangular shape and submerged in a deep dream or horrible nightmare. It was time for lunch and we had to leave the lush green of Bomi behind. We parked our vehicles near a ‘border’ post, i.e. one of those thin

We parked our vehicles near a ‘border’ post, i. one of those thin strings that delimits the villages and districts in Liberia

WHY AM I SAYING ON EDGE IF EVERYTHING IS CALM IN LIBERIA? IS EVERYTHING CALM IN LIBERIA? Ladies and gentlemen: the moment of truth has arrived. We find ourselves in the decisive final round, the moment many Liberians have been anxiously waiting for: the presidential elections. Everyone has been summoned, to decide the future of

Liberia Can Elect A Strong, Feminist Leader, But It Can't End Female Genital Mutilation

Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that this has been a slip in the English spelling, which is not uncommon in Africa. In fact, in Ghana the main language is Twi and English is not as fluent as one could expect. It would not be unreasonable to

This novel by byAyi Kweih Armah, the best is yet to come.