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.
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. 
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