There was no sunset in Africa. Suddenly, at six o'clock the whole universe went dark. Birds stopped singing and the daily sound of playing and singing children disappeared.
I liked these moments because it was so evident the day was over and the evening was ready to begin. In Europe sunsets makes me always feel sad. The slow disappearing of the sun who's warmth goes away, the twilight filling the atmosphere which seems not to be able to decide being day or night... At such moments I'm always thinking: "Come on! Go on! Please decide what you want to be: day, evening or night!"
Anyhow, the African evenings were the most musical moments of the day: Six children and six evenings where every one of us had his preferred songs per evening. We sang French, Dutch and South African children songs, with mum on the guitar or singing with the records we had. It were great and unforgettable moments because I still sing the songs until now.
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