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An intense sense of time

There are times when every effort, every effort, makes sense I would say sublime moments are those that recharge the batteries, give meaning to everyday work that is obscure in most cases and patient.
moments that I'm here, and I am not exaggerating, it is worth living.

Last night, returning to Caretto Thisse from Senegal across the countryside lit by an amazing full moon, I was talking to ritrovado Pape and Fall Bay (carter) of experience, a sense of transcendence, of mysticism in a language not mine, to be exact not "our", and I forgot the broken bones from three hours to cart the anxiety that I take before every meal, every concert, every business, every departure, for a long time to perceive the meaning of all this.

is not a simple moment of happiness, but the suspicion of a particle to be oriented to something enormously bigger, started before me and that will continue beyond me. Something bigger.

It 'a thrilling sensation, which can not be described if you do not have experience, but I know I share with many other people: if, as I hope, we are the majority, there is hope for this world, there' and economic crises, outbreaks of violence or racism can stop us, because we are particles of a larger process. A process that has led humans to fall from the trees, a hedge cold, to build houses and cities, to create science and non-violent beliefs suitable for a new world.

Last night there seemed to be this new world, just behind the shadow of Baobal under the moonlight.

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I understood not to have the makings of a missionary (better late than never)
Chiacchere personally with the leaders of the groups Damn virus
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visit to Goa
Dabel visit to Bara A day of reflection

my travels I have always considered a kind of mission in Senegal, 15-20 days of full immersion in the business, without taking care of another, without pausing, by passing around in the background.
I looked normal, I was on a "mission". One can spend a lifetime in the mission. Eleonora
Then, last July, he told me that being good at home, wherever you are part of the mission.
And, like a ray of light in a dark world, that account has made me understand some things that, for example, my hotel room was a pigsty because they never leave the key to do the cleaning, which fifteen days I had my bad, that in the rush of being on a mission I set some small crap.

Even Franco tried to make me understand but Eleanor has found the key that ripped through the darkness, because you ideas in this mission-style martiristico was on the one hand the desire to annihilate a large company in the other the strength of people like me who just cannot vanish in a few companies.

Reassured by this conviction and the fact that you can not seem to go "against the grain" with themselves, this time I'm giving the small pleasures, small but totally changing the taste of making it fun and above all more lucid.

So now my room is clean, add to the diet of hamburgers and Ris poisson au lait caille a jar (a type of yogurt), are more friendly and nice, even my French will be improved.
E, strange thing for me, I can get angry: How to 14.00 yesterday that it was not yet defined the way to go Dabel Bara and has borne the brunt of the poor Pape.

What has happened in recent days?
Friday morning I spoke with Djiri samba Guinth Modou Niang of Thisse and to understand the state of organization of the groups in the two villages. I also had to speak with Diba Dia-Dia but did not appear. To be exact layer is not possible to hear this morning when he called him. His phone does not work.
This mishap caused me some problems because I had the idea to organize a sewing business out there and Dia-Dia, in fact I brought with me a sewing machine that I would leave Dia-Dia and I wanted to propose to the women of the village of cucirci pillows which were sold in Christmas markets.
Failure meeting with Diba likely to blow up the second part of the project. We'll see tomorrow when I go to Dia-Dia.
Also on Friday I embarked on an unequal battle with the viruses that infect the computers in the center of Patar: unutili after three hours of attempts I had to give up. I just found the name of the beast: w32.sality.w

Mbaye Marone Saturday morning, the leader of Dabel-coffin, holding a course of self-transformation to Patar so I went there to see how he gets one of my pupils . I also started the second round of the battle with the virus of the PC, once again lost.
In the afternoon I went with Pape in a new village, Goe, located west of Diourbel, not too far from the Gare routiere.
The idea was to present the project to the entire village, but unfortunately no one was there because of a ceremony. The ceremonies here
(battesino or marriage) involving all the people of the district such as funerals. It is not uncommon in my visits to meet one of two events and that always reduces the number of those present. Sometimes, as in this case, drastically.
They tried to warn us of the problem, but there was no field ... You will have to go back (not me of course)

visit to Goethe was also the first move with a new vehicle to me: the cart. This medium has vantagigo to be much cheaper than a car (one third of the cost) and allow me to socialize and enjoy the scenery a bit 'with my fellow travelers. The disadvantage is the inconvenience ... I have broken bones ...
back from Goa is such climbed on the cart for a ride a Senegalese who has come to speak in English. He explained that he was in Japan to take a course for a year and a half and shortly after fell from the cart.
Sometimes there is something surreal in what happens here ...

Sunday afternoon I went to the weekly meeting of Dabel-Bara that a sixty people were present. After the meeting, spoke a bit 'with Mbaye Marone and the most active of his group about the things to correct in the meeting.
The photo refers to this second meeting.

Today there were no special events and the day I used to define a bit 'of logistical things: the cart that I deliver in the coming days, the means necessary to eradicate the PC Sality Patar, the visit to see a possible local etc..
Then I tried to collect my thoughts: I still have a week, not much time to check the status of groups and launch a new contact.
In this moment of recollection I had the opportunity to chat with my friend Charles in Italy, also in view of this pleasant and consequently effective my stay.

A final note concerns the periodic contact with Irene and Danielino: we hear almost every night with Skype, and even if you arrive late in the communication that create hilarious situations (Irene answers questions that I did two minutes earlier) reduces to hear distance. It seems to me to be with them.

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The convening the first meeting of life and death

planning quarterly
Damn virus
Corrections to the plan for Diakael
A colorful weekly market

Immediately after wrote the first ten lines of a diary I realized that I could never keep a daily basis, too many things to write and too little time. The rest are not here to write ... pay me (joke) to do other things ...

So be patient if instead of writing all day every now and then summarize all ...

So we were down on Monday and the first contacts: Pape Mbaye Marone, Ibou.

The next day, Tuesday, I started working to convene the leaders of my groups to the meeting scheduled Wednesday: To do this I needed help Pape because not all executives speak French, some speak only Woolof, a of the local languages \u200b\u200bof Senegal. It took the whole morning because communications are not easy.
I took the opportunity to talk a bit more 'with Pape and found that it was his birthday (he turned 27 years Ciccino), his father died eight years ago and today I found out as: the aftereffects of trauma caused by an accident that killed several months later (how many lives saved if there were available an ultrasound!).

Yes, from here you die so often that it is not news. I rather you go to the funeral and then backs out, the rest of life is so complicated that it requires all the available energy, we can not turn back a long time. Not too much to ask because you die you die or something.
Ishallah, God willing ... About
dead, and then promise never to touch the issue, at least for today, Wednesday I had the opportunity to offer my condolences to Djiri, head of a group of Samba Guinth, during the last day of my previous trip her sister was hit by a car died on the spot and he has missed the last meeting to go to the funeral. She had gone to fetch water and has not seen the machines that came, told me yesterday Djiri.

But why tell you all this? Maybe to share that sense of helplessness that I takes these cases.
What about dealing with events of this seriousness? I usually have nothing to say, I just a hug or a pat on the shoulder ...

Wednesday morning I held the meeting where they presented the quarterly plan of activities: from now until March.
Yes, because to set up the complicated machine made of the people of the villages that is organized and Italian volunteers that support it takes a plan, a program to avoid leaving behind important issues. And then we must not lose sight of the world where this delicate machine moves, a world represented in the plan by the World March for Peace and Nonviolence whose organization involves, like, Senegalese and Italian.

During the meeting I set up appointments with the six leaders of my group, to be held between Thursday and Friday to check on the paper the development and I also called the timing of visits in the villages.

After the meeting I was at Patar to check the status of the two PCs, which are reduced as they are chock-full of bad virus and I talked a bit 'with the status of the project Lamine Diakael.
As expected the horse has been sold, though not all, of the sheep have been bought to sell for the feast of Tabaska, the breeding project now has five cattle and 23 sheep.
worries us a little 'just the fact that the profitability of the project is a bit' low: the end of the breeding project is to make a case then able to build a well needed for the project of agriculture, which is the ultimate goal.
With what is making the breeding will take a long time to gather the money needed to do well ... too long ... For this evening we started looking in voice chat with Italy, the corrective measures.

The idea is to concentrate on such draft Diakael all the skills for rearing in all groups so far today, starting from the largest (Ndayane) to all involved: for example Modou Pouya, a of my leader, is highly regarded for his work as a farmer and his ability in the sale of livestock.

last note of color: this morning around the hotel in which I reside (Chez Patrick) has distributed a colorful and incasinatissomo weekly market. I could not resist the temptation to take some pictures from the roof, which you can see an example here next.