Sometimes I ask myself why I cannot go somewhere easy, somewhere comfortable, to a bustling city or a beautiful beach full of normal people and vibrant life, somewhere I don’t have to fight continuously, somewhere I don’t have to be scarred if I am strong and good enough, somewhere easy.

But then there are those moments, which don’t tell me the answer to this question, but tell me that it has been unnecessary to ask.

Addis Abeba - by Sam Effron

Yesterday I was just walking during my lunchtime. In a the street full of children trying to clean your shoes, old women selling corn, with some fruit stands here and there and thousands of people making their waytrough the mud. And me in the middle trying to take all these impressions in. Suddenly someone was touching my shoulder and when I turned around I looked into the face of a young woman, poorly dressed, still wet from the last rain shower, and in her hand she held my wallet. I was just staring at her, I couldn’t believe what was happening. She just took my hand and put my wallet into, pointing to the floor, signaling that I had lost it there.

By the time I got myself together to thank her, she was gone. So I was standing there in the middle of Addis Ababa, surrounded by people who aren’t able to earn in a week half of the money I had in my wallet, but seemed to me far richer than we could ever be.

I was trying my best to comprehend what just had happened to me. Tears were running down my cheek, realizing how beautiful this woman was to me and that this had been one of the most amazing things that have ever happened to me.

So if you ask me, what is there to see in Addis, what is there to do, than I have to tell you that in Ethiopia you do sight feeling instead of sight seeing.