I was raised in Africa, and those who knows me well recognize in me the craziness of the character of someone well acquainted with the savanna, the loneliness, the dryness, the wild life, the red sunsets, the ochre soil, the infinite ocean that suddenly appears after a long walk inside the country. The propensity to love infinitely. The eagerness to find the absolute. Living in Europe, I always find myself confronted with the need to be a god, someone without flows, someone without dreams or a selfish wish to dictate my own destiny. I ate the cloudiness o the civilized state, always prone to destroy you just to put their seed inside your brain. For example, when I was a young boy, I loved science since everywhere we could find an explanation of the mechanism of clouds formation, why radio waves reflected on the F2 layer of the ionosphere, how submarines, airplanes, locomotives work, how you could build a radio to communicate with aliens imprisoned inside the caves of the CIA. Now, what we see is selling mobiles, applications, faster computers, and quantum entanglement, although nobody really understands how stuff works. When we talk about politics we realize that our economic destiny is at the hands of people not prepared to the liberation day. In my time, we were inspired by the French old music, by the English Encyclopedias, by the Portuguese dream of a peaceful, wonderful Masonic Empire. So, I decided to leave all my previous life as an old chapter of my life and leave to Zanzibar. I found three beautiful black women ready to accept a white man as their husband and with all what is necessary to feed them and possible kids to born. I will live at the center of the three huts where my wives (beautiful or not) will sleep and retire after the typical activities taken during the sunny african day time while I will sleep below a relatively thin but tall tree. During the day I will visit the small villages along my way, talk to people as all of them were old friends (I was raised by them when I was a child), behave like an old European shaman, a crazy man listening the old French music and write, write as in my old days other unknown people tried to decipher the mystery of life. What else am I missing?