Our journey to Ethiopia was no less painful than our stay in Russia. Perhaps, this is the reason why I couldn't find the words to speak about it. There are some diary pages at Writing Gallery . Seven years of economic reform has hardly changed Ethiopia's capital city.
Streets literally turn into rivers and ponds after downpours because of clogged drains.
When the rain lets up, potholes turn into waterholes, sometimes masking dangerous excavations capable of breaking car axles. Mud and litter is everywhere. Nostrils are constantly buffeted by the stench wafting up from roadsides. Rubbish can be seen being tipped practically everywhere. Putrid refuse receptacles sparsely dotted about the city are typically full to overflowing.