This is the last entry from the journalist Boris Tumanov, who spent ten years in Africa, traveled in Africa, traveled in troubles, visited life, founded his life, founded the local population, dancing with the local population, dined with the local population and finally traveled. Today, Boris talks about the lands where they have been waiting for the rain for years, and when they finally wait, it’s too late.

We are approaching the end of the African diary of Boris Tumanov, and today we have a new story of a car in Africa. The heat, torn wheels, children, death, solar eclipse, tourists did not calculate their strength, and you need to drive one hundred and fifty kilometers in the desert and wash their hands on the steering wheel, like sandpaper. This is perhaps the only episode of my African story, which has an exact date: June 30, 1973.

What subtleties and pitfalls can wait for you if you suddenly find yourself in Africa and decide to buy a bunch of bananas? Journalist Boris Tumanov tells how for him this act in the seventies turned into a useful lesson in social studies and economics. The Europeans practically did not go to the Bolshaya Brazzavil market, located in the depths of one of the African quarters.

We take the African dictator (one thing), the faithful presidential adjutant lieutenant and the faithful presidential lover-nod and send them to a long river cruise. Question: How could such an idyll end in prison and political crisis? Journalist Boris Tumanov, who lived in Africa in the seventies, tells how to solve this difficult equation.

Journalist Boris Tumanov in ten years in Africa had seen enough of everyone: he saw other people's wives in Neggle, holding them drunk from vodka husbands; He watched as long poles pulled out water from the bay of crocodiles, drove on the Volga along the desert, washed his hands in the blood in a plus fifty, almost dantamed to a diplomatic scandal. Today he recalls how he witnessed the ancient custom - female circumcision .

What will happen if you send a young and violent Frenchman who did not want to go to the army, to African village wilderness, where people like him are perceived as a deity and give them the most valuable - young girls? What will happen if he has a gun with him? What will happen if all his work in this wilderness is to follow the hut of the Academy of Sciences and catch flies? This is stated by journalist Boris Tumanov, who in Soviet times spent ten years in Africa from the newspaper Izvestia.

The situation is this: the Congo, the seventies, the next elections on the nose, the riots are brewing, journalist Boris Tumanov sits in his “Volga” and goes to look at everything with his own eyes. In this story, he tells how he and his colleagues were saved from the ring of African soldiers armed to the teeth. It was in Kinshasa. Then I still lived in Brazzavil, but for a long time I crossed the river almost every month to visit a week or two in Kinshasa, where I was also accredited.

Today, journalist Boris Tumanov recalls how, in the seventies, his indefatigable desire to dance with African tribes almost ended with a diplomatic scandal. The Soviet delegation, headed by the chairman of the Supreme Council of Tajikistan, Makhmadullah Kholovych Kholov, in the program, in the program, in the program, in the program, in the program, in the program, in the program: visiting sights, a local meal and folk dances.

Journalist Boris Tumanov continues to recall his life in Africa in the seventies. What to do if you like someone else's beautiful wife and she works in the only decent restaurant in your city? Should her wife sleep vodka and black caviar? What to do if you get into someone else's wine cellar and you can take out everything you want from there? Finally, how to leave someone else's bedroom? In autumn, in Africa, the green color gives way to the rusty yellowness of palm leaves.

The journalist of the Soviet newspaper Izvestia Boris Tumanov in the seventies for ten years left for Africa and met everything that was possible: a crazy tribal dance, European red -haired beauties, dictators, crocodile bays, distraught preachers with a machete and women's circumcision. He traveled to the Polokontin on his faithful Volga, wiped his hands into the blood and wrote for Samizdat “Batenka, you are a transformer” a series of memoirs about his adventures.

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