In the morning I was awakened by Adam Yusef. Student of English doctoral studies from Gedaref in southern Sudan. He worked very well in English, so communication was easy. He offered to show me his university. On the way to her, and the policeman came to see us on a motorbike. We had to go to the police station where I had to submit a visa, police registration. First they were huffy and looked at me in disbelief. After checking all the documents, the tensions went off and we even invited us to the breakfast, which we refused.
At the university, Yussef introduced me to several professors. After that, Adam invited me to the student canteen for breakfast. We had typical beans and a madly salty sauce of loaded old fish. He was very surprised to be able to eat like a stranger. After breakfast, I joined the English language lecture, where I had the opportunity to inspire my students around the world. At the end, the students began to applaud by lifting their hands in the air, which totally got me.
There, I met the Dean of the Faculty of Education. One of his colleagues asked me if there is a civil war in our country, an internally displaced person or a lack of food. I looked at him and answered him, of course not. For a while, I was shaking my head, and it’s not so obvious since then.
During the day the heat was unpleasant, so I gave myself a Spanish siesta. I found out that somebody in the apprentices’ dormitory was looking for my toddler. Nothing he took was just curious about the white man wearing his bat. In the evening I moved to the hotel in the city center. Some random students invited me to dinner. Later, I met Professor Magzoub and spent a good evening with them while drinking tea. I had a bubble shower at the hotel. The back was still hurting but it was a bit better.
The next day, I was invited to a party starting the academic year. As an alien, I sat first and foremost among the university elite. After the official speeches I did not understand, everything went away. I had the opportunity to see a diverse culture from all over Sudan.
Students read their poems, sang folk songs, or dance their dances. I was also invited to the stage to dance, which was relatively simple. You just have to cuddle your fingers and move your hands to the rhythm of music. The girls sang one of the songs and felt that in some African tribes.