Desde el país de los blancos

At the age of thirteen, I left the Ghanaian jungle for the Land of the Whites. After five years, in which I crossed the desert and then the sea in a boat, I arrived in Barcelona. He did not imagine that then the worst would begin and, later, the best. I lived in the jungle of concrete and indifference, I slept in the street, I was hungry, cold and afraid and I faced racism. But I also experienced the happy reception of my Catalan family. I learned to read and write, I began to study and began to work. I even went to college. But the more I knew, the more questions arose. Why has the mountain frozen? I wondered when I saw the snow for the first time. So God didn't create the world in seven days? I wondered when they explained the Big Bang theory to me. When I went to the supermarket I did not see food, but a succession of brightly colored objects lined up, but where could you get a goat?