Last night we both woke up by the sounds of banging doors and windows: storm! This is supposed to be a sign of the coming rain season in Sudan, but (at least in Khartoum) the only thing that was seen today was dust,..a lot of dust! These dust storms are called '
haboob' in Arabic and they come with a surprising strength. The dust literally goes into places you wouldn't imagine; even the pages of the books
inside my bag (that was standing
inside a room at the University) were dusty. Somehow the dust creeps through all holes and cracks in the walls. I even couldn't get the song '
Dust in the wind' out of my head! When I got home I opened the door and I felt that the door was resisting. When I peeped around the corner I saw my appropriate welcome-home-present: a big pile of dust!
