“It was like Serbia”, I told my friend. And it was. I talked about how things went slower than what I am used to in western Europe and how open and welcoming the people were. It was indeed very similar to what I experienced on the Balkans, “plus the scent of coffee and incense in the air”. I said it with a smile on my face but there was truth to it. The smell of buna and etan, coffee and incense, is something that brings back memories of my fieldwork. I noticed that smell and sound can, in a way, define the cityscape even more than architecture and urban planning.
The Forgotten by Sabrina Aman shows us the live and struggles of Eritrean refugees and shines light on an overlooked humanitarian problem.
was good. 10/10
If I knew what anthropology is, I would start it earlier and skipped all the years of (re)orientation. Now I finally arrived in a field i am comfortable with. But the more I learn about it, the more it becomes obscure.