Surviving Depression

Addis Ababa, I have heard a lot about it and I have patiently waited to experience it myself. As fate would have it, I landed at Bole International Airport at 2 am. As the chilly Addis air blew through my rasta, I took a deep breath, as if to suck in all of this magnificent City. I was at the beginning of an adventure that would take me through the intricate culture and history that has shaped not just Addis but Ethiopia as a whole. I was ready to try the food, dance to the music and wish my Ethiopian brothers and sisters good health in their own tongue.