Today, early in the morning, there was this fresh breeze sweeping through community 2. I could smell the sea. And it smelled like home. Like it smells in my "village". Yes, I have decided that the little village my mom comes from is now MY village, like everyone in Ghana has their village, whether it is where their father or mother comes from. So Ekkerøy is my village, and some beautiful village it is!
The fresh breeze disappeared quite fast after 35 degrees, humidity and millions of Ghanaians entered it...
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