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Eritrea:
The paradoxes of Asmara, is this Tuscany or Africa?
By Barry Moody
Witness report
26 June 2006
Asmara,
Eritrea (Reuters) - Stroll down a broad, palm-lined boulevard in
blinding sunshine and take cappuccino at one of the crowded pavement
tables of the Cafe Moderna, steps from the imposing spire of a large
Roman Catholic church.
 Eritreans
walk past the Italian built Roman Catholic Cathedral on Harnet
avenue in the capital of Asmara June 22, 2006. Many African
countries are eager to throw off reminders of colonial rule but
Eritrea seems to have a lingering affinity with Italy, most of whose
citizens have long departed. REUTERS/Ed Harris
After
chatting in Italian to an elderly gent in an immaculate dark suit and
carrying a cane, wander off to an outside terrace and lunch on
spaghetti alle vongole (spaghetti with clams).
A
few hours later, drop into a peaceful gelateria with views over
wooded hills for a delicious coffee ice cream.
A
hill town in Tuscany? Or may be the palms mark it as one of Sicily's
cities?
Far
from it. This is Asmara, capital of Eritrea in the Horn of Africa. No
wonder a few days there can leave a former correspondent in Italy
somewhat confused.
Many
African countries are eager to throw off reminders of colonial rule
but Eritrea seems to have a lingering affinity with Italy, most of
whose citizens have long departed.
There
are other vivid reminders in Asmara, often cited as the most
beautiful capital on the continent.
They
include the many pastel-coloured Modernist buildings, a gentler
import than the rest of Benito Mussolini's harsh and hated fascist
rule here.
The
Albergo Roma has been lovingly restored with Italian marble and would
look entirely at home in central Rome.
At
sunset, elegant young women walk arm-in-arm down the boulevard as
they join the passeggiata, the quintessential Italian evening stroll.
Whereas
in Nairobi, where I live, Kenyans labour on heavy Chinese bicycles,
Eritrean cyclists are the real deal. Dressed in Lycra on sleek
racers, they look much like their counterparts on the country roads
of Italy.
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Despite
power shortages which leave many streets in darkness at night, Asmara
has almost no crime and you can wander the streets with virtual
impunity.
The
small daughter of a prominent Middle Eastern ambassador wandered up
to the ice cream shop while this visitor was there, not a bodyguard
in sight, after walking from her home.
Yet
these images do not convey the full picture of a complex society
whose paradoxes can leave visitors disoriented, a sensation perhaps
compounded by the city's 2,300 metre (7,500 feet) altitude.
A
much more authentic symbol is what appears from a distance to be a
huge scrap metal dump on the outskirts of Asmara.
Get
closer and you can see that this is not the usual mixture of smashed
cars and domestic appliances but a rusting pile of trucks,
anti-aircraft guns and even Soviet-built tanks.
The
unusual monument symbolises the central event that conditions all
Eritrean official thinking and attitudes to the outside world -- the
30-year independence war against its huge neighbour Ethiopia, which
was finally won in 1991.
Most
senior officials are former guerrillas filled with a steely pride and
an unwavering belief in self-reliance built from victory against the
giant regional power next door.
That
attitude led them unflinchingly into a border war with Ethiopia from
1998 to 2000 in which 70,000 died on both sides.
Border
tensions are still high and Eritrea remains highly militarised with a
300,000-strong army drawn from its population of 3.6 million.
Suspicions
of foreign powers, nurtured through a long history of mistreatment,
have been aggravated by what Eritrea sees as a new betrayal by the
world -- failure to make Ethiopia comply with a 2002 border ruling
following their conflict.
And
Eritrea's many surprises don't end when you depart.
When
I left on a chartered Eritrean Airlines plane with a Russian crew the
flight was 19 hours late. Less surreal, perhaps, than arriving on a
chartered Icelandic Airways flight with a French cabin crew picked up
in Paris on the way.
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