I'M HEADING FOR THAT STORMY WEATHER SOON

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The French writer Marcel Proust wrote once, "The real discovery journey is not about searching new landscapes, but having new eyes to look at them". That true sentence was just what happened to both Enzo and Tarek in this small and big expedition.

They came back to London with a new insight about things. They suffered the western man syndrome, tortured by leading such a luxury life and that different world from the one they had left behind.

They had spent two months in African lands, three weeks longer than planned. They came with a lot of information that previously had no idea about the disease and so proud of being the best aid workers they could.

But as soon as they stepped into Heathrow airport, their natural feeling was regarding themselves aliens in that world that it felt like artificial now. The hurry, the stress, people isolated from everyone else with their earphones, their devices. The contrast was so big in comparison to Africa's lifestyle.

Of course there was poverty, inequality, a million of personal dramas. But above all that there was happiness. Happiness despite the difficulties in life. And a different rhythm, some brilliant and pure faces, aching for learning and pushing forward.

And there they stood. Western men and belonging that group of people with everything at their reach. Nevertheless, as many more before them, they had returned from the so called Third World completely changed.

That was not precisely positive. For the first few days they walked like zombies around their beloved house trying to reconect with everything they left behind, unsuccessfully.

As the weather wanted to agree with them, a persistent and hard rain welcomed their return home and that didn't help to cheer them up.

Tarek spent hours in the garden soaking up himself just to avoid thinking too much. Enzo advised him to visit some psychologist to help him to channel all which stubbornly lingered in his soul. Tarek was a typical acquarius. Most of the time they were rational with their feelings, hiding them to the limit, but dying to discover everybody else's feelings. So the psychologist idea didn't attract him, but he obeyed his husband. He attended his consultation once a week to explain on and on why he couldn't forget Essien.

For his part, Enzo had to bear with his own demons too. The two months as aid worker was a job for him. A task in which he felt useful and its results were instant. His struggling always had his quick reward. Not even as actor had felt the same. And now, all of a sudden, he came back London to restart his pensioner life. Something he hated no matter how many distractions had around him. Sometimes he wanted to be alone with his cats and forget about the world. Although he tried to hide to the limit that gloomy side to not worried his beloved ones. Enzo was like this, a cocktail of contradictions, but a very soft little cake inside. It was very easy to crumble.

The only condition Enzo set Tarek to start that adventure with his foundation was everything kept secret

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The only condition Enzo set Tarek to start that adventure with his foundation was everything kept secret. He didn't want the show business press, most of all the British ones, knew about his philantropic cravings. They would manage them at their own will and turned them into something ugly and distorted. The goal was an inner journey for both, not a showcase to the world would know how kind hearted they were.

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