I woke up this morning with an higher energy level due to my magical dream and, although our alarm clock was fixed for 4:45 a.m., we enjoyed all day long. It was a trip day, first from Kimbijy to Dar Es Salaam at the airport. We were told that the car trip to get to the airport would have lasted about one hour, but it took us two hours to get there. The same happened from the airport to Mwanza; the trip was scheduled to last thirty minutes, as the locals told us, but it lasted two hours! The flight time lasted one hour but passed as if it had been 5 minutes, because Silvio and I played at the crosswords, and we also involved the other people from our group (because all the other passengers were Tanzanians and we don't speak a word of their language, but we could have included them also to play with us), except Roby, who felt asleep as soon as the fligh took off, and that's because she suffers from nausea in all the means of transport she takes, poor Roby. Our group it's a very special group because I noticed that happens that we say whole sentences out loud at the same time! This happened between Silvio and I, Giulia and I and Gemma and I, who I know she's special too (she declared she believes in something which is not the God of religions but an unnamed entity). Once in Mwanza, the locals invited us with brother Sergio to have a special lunch at their recently-built farmhouse (my boyfriend Davide, who lives in a farmhouse, was with me once again) and in the car to reach the farm, one of them told me that he went in Novara! My city! He visited it while was living in Italy (Rome) to study theology, and he was invited to teach it in a little village near Novara. Once we realized this, he began to scream with joy and I was super happy and laughed in taste; the fate and my angels are driving me in each situations! We stayed with them all afternoon and, happy, they showed us their rice paddies from the black earth like lead, which would be cultivated as soon as they leveled them. Subsequently, four of them, three men and a woman, staged (from nowhere) a fantastic and exciting dance singing and the woman made us listen to the typical African sound made with their tongue, which only they can do. We had dinner with brother Sergio in a local restaurant and we went to bed, exhausted but joyful, at 10 p.m.