Mbougar Sarr

With the temperature picking up here in Gothenburg, I decided to skip any PR attempts for Saturday and instead enjoy Göteborgsvarvet to the fullest with Anna who is doing her first ever running race. For the moment however, Anna is in Cambridge, and I am on a delayed train to Halmstad with a newly translated book by the Senegalese author Mohamed Mbougar Sarr, a book which has the most beautiful title in Swedish. Not that I can fully appreciate the tone of “La plus secrète mémoire des hommes” but I would still say that “Fördolt är minnet av människan” has a magic of its own. Unfortunately, rather than sinking into one of those hammocks in Accra and reading the day away, I guess have I to go back to work.