Across the Dark Continent

A solitary traveller moves tirelessly forward. His path leads him through breathtaking landscapes, past picturesque waterfalls, smoking volcanoes, countless herds of wild animals reigning over boundless spaces, through desert sands, the barren savannah and overgrown forest trails. He stops from time to time to take a photograph or make a note in his journal, and then moves again, pushing his rickety bicycle loaded with some modest possessions. This is Kazimierz Nowak, the author of this story which, like a fairytale, transports us to a wonderful kingdom, distant in both space and time: Africa in the 1930s.