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.
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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