Last night I watched what is arguably Leonardo DiCaprio's best film, Blood Diamond. The film deals with the issues in Serra Leone, when the depraved Revolutionaries force innocent children to become soldiers for their cause. I can't help but feel melancholy and overcome by the ending when Danny Archer (Leo) is up on a ridge watching the sunset, and mingling his blood with the red clay dirt. I have been to Africa and it has never left my heart. I feel each time I watch a film like Blood Diamond, a deep well of emotions erupts. I can't help but love the African people. Those I met during my trip to South Africa remain as faces, images in my soul. I long to be back with them, to live simply and to delight in the mere presence of such beautiful human beings. The Africans are free in a way that few Americans are. They are "awake," as Thoreau would say. They take in everyday, every breath and while they may not have our technologies that make due and seem to extr