The Negro race is not amenable to progress, they venerate and fear us. - Edmond Thieffry

The air's grip on the wings rips our wheels free from the earth and we pass in the nick of time over the tops of the trees.

Until late, the frank Gallic gaiety will resound in the stately night of the Niger.

I put on my uniform and waited, my heart pounded with emotion, Leopoldville was waiting for my arrival. The security forces had to direct almost three hundred cars belonging to the colonials, a crowd gathered around the Sabenahangars of the airport.