You start to ask someone dear to you about a question that seems quite important to you at the moment.
They answer with a distance response to the question.
Then they say, “The student who was shot and killed in Butembo was our good friend who we grew up with. Remember the guy we saw together at the fair that I hugged and was joking with. That’s him. ”
“Oh, I am so sorry, oh no, sorry, shoot, please let me know if there is anything I can do or bring to his family.”
“I hate Congo. I hate this place,” he says, “ I hate Congo. I am sick of this place.”
Shit. What do you say?
I am not going to try to philosophize.