I told Hasan that what he was telling me made me think of my trip to the Whitney Plantation in Louisiana, and his eyes got wide. He asked me if I knew Ibrahima Seck. I told him I had indeed met Seck and that I had spoken to him when I went there in those months before coming to Gorée. Hasan smiled. That’s my best friend, he told me. He and Seck used to teach together at a high school in Dakar. The wind howled off the shore and we all smiled together as the sun moved higher into the midday sky.
