Nairobi Airport, March 27th, 1985
A chilly good morning to you, my precious journal. We arrived in pitch black darkness as the day prepared to open. We walked briefly through the morgue-like airport on our stopover but chose to re-board immediately and wait for our flight to Johannesberg to take off. A young African soldier dressed in fatigues, machine gun at his side, walked right by us. There was death in his eyes but life in his walk. Another face I wanted to know more about on my travels but never would.
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