The Ghost of King Leopold
October 22nd 2006 Soon a boat came to our rescue, we boarded it and a few minutes later we arrived at Kinshasa’s harbour.
First class, third world, hustle and bustle, just like we’d expected.
Moneychangers carrying plastic bags full of currency and all sorts of police, guards and custom officials hurried around.
Someone in a uniform took our passports and disappeared, and it was only with the help of
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