I can say my life started in Mozambique, because I arrived there with only two years; I don´t remember that much, but I remember being insanely happy. Life was easy, clear and almost transparent. If I needed a word to define it, I would say unpolluted.
I also remember my street; an unpaved street with many trees. In fact, there were no houses on the other side, only a large space were the civilization had not yet arrived with its buildings; we had the luxury of our own small forest. In fact, a luxury I went through every weekday, because my school was very near, on the other side of the forest.
I always think about Mozambique as my golden age. An epoch filled to the limit with wonderful things, with delicious times.
I just had to be happy. This was really my only obligation, by then.