You ask me, my dear friend, to convey my impressions from Africa, to write to you about my adventures, but above all about my love stories on this continent that had enchanted me for a long time. I remember how you used to joke about the "dark-skinned loves," as you called them, telling me that you see me returning one day accompanied by a tall ebony presence with a yellow silk scarf in my hair and vibrant clothing.

The gazelles of the Mauritanian desert will have their turn at some point, do not doubt it at all. After all, I have seen quite a few of them that have ignited my desire to dip my pen into their ink. But for now, I am occupied with something better and unexpectedly authentic!

In your last letter, you wrote: "If I know how a people experiences love, then I know it well enough to describe it, even if I have never seen it in my life."

So, my friend, learn that here people fall in love passionately. From the very first moment, you feel a wave of excitement running through you, a surge overwhelming you, a sudden intensification of desires, a constant tension that stimulates appetites and senses to exhaustion, from the simple touch of hands to that wild impulse that drives you
to the most uninhibited acts.