It would be strange to live in a country where people were silent, passing one another in the street wordlessly, as if frightened of what the other might think or say. This was not the African way, where people would call out and converse with one another from opposite sides of a road, or across a wide expanse of bush, careless of who heard. Such conversations could be carried on by people walking in different directions, until voices grew too faint and too distant to be properly heard and words were swallowed by the sky. That was a good way of parting from a friend, so less abrupt than words of farewell followed by silence.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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In the text, the author contrasts the communication styles of different cultures, particularly highlighting the importance of conversation in African societies. The imagery of people speaking freely across distances emphasizes a sense of community and openness. In this setting, interactions are seen as a natural part of daily life, marked by continuous dialogue, rather than abrupt separations that often characterize more silent societies.

The notion of living in a place where silence prevails is depicted as strange and unnerving. The lively exchanges in African culture, where voices carry over distances and discussions flow without hesitation, illustrate a warm connection among individuals. This approach to communication fosters relationships and departures that feel more fluid and less isolating, allowing friends to part ways with a sense of ongoing connection rather than a stark silence.

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