While traveling Dakar with Karima, Nika and Martin, each of us wanted to know how this city sounds. Being used to the soundscape of the Senegalese capital, Dakar seemed too noisy to me. While slaloming through its alleys, I was certainly interested in different sounds but I did as if it would say a fixation on metallic sounds. The din of the capital sometimes veils sounds of lucid harmony or
The soundscape of Dakar is very special. The diversity of sounds that animate this city makes it too noisy at times and too quiet depending on where you are. Between the bleating of sheep, the impact of hooves of horses on the asphalt, religious chants and the roar of traffic, the impression of being in a whirlwind of parasitic noise invades frequently my sound spheres. On the other hand, there
The train in Dakar is a relic like, many other manmade things. Those relics are repaired to be used again but to no avail. In a time when all eyes are on the new jewel: the Regional Express Train (TER) which, for the time being wastes away and feeds upon the dust at the Dakar train station; ‘’Le Petit Train Bleu’’, keeps on trying to assuage the mobility problem in
Religion in Senegal (95% of Muslims, 4% of Christians) and more precisely in Dakar, is a dazzling star that radiates over everything and guides us spiritually to other lands. And yet in our tropics and far from prying eyes, we tend to feel that the population is 100% animist. Truth or lie? In any case, it is near this harmless beach and this monstrous shadow of the ocean liner –