Asmara: The Little Rome of Africa

The city of Asmara, often referred to as “Piccola Roma,” is a place where time seems to stand still. As I wandered through its streets, I was enveloped by the haunting beauty of Art Deco architecture, a style that whispers tales of a bygone era. The buildings, with their geometric designs and stylized forms, stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time, their facades weathered yet dignified.

My guide, Selohom, was a beacon of knowledge and warmth. Her storytelling brought the city’s history to life, painting vivid pictures of its past. She led me through the Cattedrale di Asmara, a place where the echoes of prayers seemed to linger in the air. The cathedral’s grandeur was matched only by the stories Selohom shared, tales of resilience and hope that resonated deeply within me.

As we journeyed from Asmara to Massawa, the landscape transformed before my eyes. The cool, crisp air of the highlands gave way to the warm embrace of the lowlands, a transition that mirrored the city’s own blend of cultures and histories. Each stop along the way was a new chapter in the story of Eritrea, a narrative woven with threads of struggle and triumph.

Massawa: A City of Contrasts

Massawa, a city that bears the scars of its tumultuous past, is a place of stark contrasts. The remnants of war stand alongside vibrant markets, where the air is filled with the scent of spices and the sound of laughter. It is a city that refuses to be defined by its history, instead embracing the future with open arms.

Selohom’s ability to navigate the complexities of Massawa was nothing short of remarkable. Her empathy and understanding shone through as she guided us through the city’s labyrinthine streets, each turn revealing a new facet of its character. Her patience was tested by a particularly demanding member of our group, yet she handled the situation with grace and poise, ensuring that everyone felt included and respected.

In Massawa, I found beauty in the unexpected. The crumbling facades of old buildings told stories of resilience, while the vibrant colors of the market stalls spoke of a community that thrives despite adversity. It was a place that challenged my perceptions and left me with a deeper understanding of Eritrea’s complex history.

Keren: Echoes of Battle

Our journey culminated in Keren, a city steeped in history and the site of some of Eritrea’s fiercest battles. The landscape here is marked by the echoes of conflict, a reminder of the struggles that have shaped this land. Yet, amidst the remnants of war, there is a sense of peace, a quiet resilience that speaks to the strength of the human spirit.

Selohom’s storytelling reached new heights in Keren. Her words painted vivid pictures of the battles that once raged here, bringing to life the stories of those who fought and fell. Her ability to connect the past with the present was truly inspiring, leaving me with a profound appreciation for the sacrifices made in the name of freedom.

As we made our way back to Asmara, I reflected on the journey we had undertaken. It was a trip that had challenged me, enriched me, and left me with memories that would linger long after I returned home. Thanks to Selohom, I had not only explored the physical landscape of Eritrea but had also delved into its soul, uncovering the stories that make this country truly unique.