african football cup or about integration

when i'm here in gitega i sleep in a room in a sort of hostel managed by soeurs. it's nice, but since i usually finish working about at 5, i always have the problem how to fill the rest of the time before night. it's better not to go out, above all if you are alone (and i'm alone), then you do not have many alternatives other than staying in the room. fortunataly i have internet, and also a book i'm loving, even if it's very thick and almost impossible to follow (too many characters and too many historical periods mixed together). but the best of all, only during there days, is the african football cup in ghana. here every male, from children to old men, are mad for it. so after dinner all the people who sleep here meet in the tv room to watch the match. this is the moment i feel most integrated in this society so different from mine and so difficult to understand, because i feel that me and the other spectators feel the same way about a great goal or a violent foul. this is the power of football.