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  • Today, I am mourning for more than 400 lives lost in a series of explosions that took place in Brazzaville,Congo. I spent time in that city, from 17 to 24 years old.
    It is in this city that I learned how to live again after walking 4000 miles across the D.R Congo.
    It is on those dirt streets that i learned how to smile again, found faith and went back to school.
    It is on those streets that my young brother played a plastic soccer ball with his little gang and climbed neighbors' walls to steal mangoes.
    It was not an easy life but it was a great time of self discovery.
    I am crying for all my friends that lost family members and don't know what to do because everything they worked hard for is gone.
    I am grateful for having a piece of Brazzaville in my heart and I know that someday i will go back to help.

    Picture from my friends in Brazzaville.
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