Money Tree For Wedding Shower

My afriche


" There I did it ".- You're a little 'out of breath at the gate from which, in ten minutes, I embark for Milan. I was not sure of being able to get a connection Lisbon Milan. An hour of time between flights al'altro is not a lot, especially if my plane arrives from Dakar. Typically, flights from Dakar to arrive at least an hour late. Instead this time the Lisbon-Dakar flight arrived even earlier and I am ready to embark for Milan. I even have time to grab a coffee at the bar I see a few meters. That's nice to be in Europe! Withdrawal my secret out of his pocket and ordered a coffee Euro in broken English, when I asked a bartender if you prefer that Portuguese is spoken in English, French or Italian even. What a surprise, a real coffee! O bliss-a-coffee-Italian after nearly two weeks of Nescaffe and various concoctions! I can not help but think back to when, on previous occasions, I got a laugh on the mania of the Italians to seek an Italian coffee in all parts of the world ... Among

flight and travel from Milan to Turin in front of me three, four hours to think and understand for example why I continue to go to Africa, what drives me in this almost missionary to me that are so deeply allergic to religion. Because, despite my quiet nature and a bit 'lazy, I take my body (which does not want to know to move from the sofa in the living room), I put on a plane to Dakar, on various battered taxis, vans dilapidated carts horse around far and wide through the outskirts of Dakar, to remote regions of Casamance and the Fouta. All this at least once a year by 1998. What this trip, the seventh, the eighth? I take my passport and try to count the stamps of the Republic of Senegal; count them all and divide by two so I'll know how many times I went to Senegal. But they're calling my flight ... I have to go, it will be for another time. Fourteen

two divided by seven. This is my seventh trip to Senegal. I have been there several times, even eight ... I was already wondering why I go back to Africa. The question was buried by a mixture of curiosity, excitement and terror that comes over me when I'm on the plane, but now that I'm on the ground, into the shuttle Malpensa-Milan Central Station are relaxed enough to ask. This is not a simple question: there are things you do because there is a clear justification and rational. I go to the restaurant because I hunger, I see a friend because I want to do it, walk with Irene because I love talking to her while we walk. But going to Africa can not be explained simply. I try to rearrange ideas.

I am reminded of another journey, another pending a coincidence, this time in Brussels, I think in 1999. I think the words of Lucy, while discussing the fresh feelings of my second trip to Africa (for her was to be the third or fourth). I do not remember exactly, but the meaning was "in Africa is all a mess, the conditions are invilibili, but in Africa there is energy, there is a desire to stay together and grow, to talk late into the night. In Europe there are the most complex and powerful in the world, but that energy has gone off "

Already, energy. Maybe the conversation is born on my concept of "Africa emotional heart of the planet", but then my idea will ol'ho copied from someone else that do not even remember the name? It matters little, the concept I like and I did mine. I repeat it often and sometimes those around me, it assimilates and makes her just like I did. For example, I remember that time when, on the RER in Paris, Max was impressed by the overly emotional reaction to a Frenchman of color in front of what had just thrown up one of our traveling companion. At that moment I said "You're right, the Africans are very emotional ..." although I know that Max keeps me in the biggest consideration, I think this was the This time he voiced respect for me in the most obvious.

Stop Bleeding On Palate

Au \u200b\u200brevoir (Adieu?) - Dakar 10 October 2009


Now it's official, because even in Senegal have been informed: the reorganization in place all the Humanist Movement is no longer directly responsible for the Senegalese groups.
From now on, each in his own way.
The change is revolutionary, at least with regard to the lives of those involved and those who somehow have worked so far and followed my adventures Senegalese.
To give you an idea, in my electronic agenda was (still there because I have not yet had the courage to delete it) a regular meeting every Wednesday evening, saying only that "Africa".
I needed to remind me that every week I had to take some time to think about the process of Africa and to those who are carrying out. Now
reminder that no longer needed.
Reorganisation of the Senegalese provides that they will continue their activities at the local level, with their strength, without a referent "foreigner."
What I hope is that the training work carried out in recent years (in Diourbel beginning in 2006) results, at least to some, autonomy by itself sufficient to continue the work to create a more humane society.
Maybe I could do more and better, now the die is cast.
Not that I thought this moment would never come, but live it is another thing ... as I said a revolution ... A revolution

manifested in the fact that I have not planned the next trip (which will only under certain conditions) in the cancellation of that reminder that Africa said.

Eleven years. For eleven years I have come regularly in Senegal. Eleven years of
riz au poisson, to talk in front of a tea or a starry sky, stamping on the passport, beautiful children, of great expectations and small disappointments.
Eleven years to live in fear every departure and the joy of each return. So today on

septplace to Dakar, with the setting sun on the dusty and smoky "mother of all roads," I wondered if I would ever come back to this country and I found within me a strong ambivalence: on the one hand, nostalgia for friends from Senegal, another enthusiasm for new challenges and new horizons.
On the one hand the feeling to end a decades-old dream of mine, which is to effectively combat poverty is to revive the prospect of setting and changing context

Pape called me on the Italian mobile phone to see if they come to 'airport.
Pape sensed that my "au revoir" was something more definitive, even if I did not felt to say "adieu."

Now we want to think.
Now I just want to hug my little Daniel and say "Daddy is back"

How Do You Wirte Congraualtions In Japenese

We pull the money - Diourbel


Someone pointed out to me that in my previous post there was a note of melancholy.
He's probably right.
In all periods of transition creates a moment of nostalgia for what has been and can not be.
This is clearly a transition period for me and the rest of the world.
Moving from general to specific, what, reading Fromm, I guessed a boy bullying is becoming a reality.
That vision that allowed me to perceive the world as a huge bubble of consumerism, in his monstrous BACKFEED, you are getting true to its ultimate consequences.
It 'just a small hole, a real estate speculation in the world, to deflate the monster, taking with him the dreams and hopes of many who believe it.
From the bowels of the monster are dying out ideas and concepts that we thought banished from history: Nazism and fascism of all kinds, the commodification of bodies and spirits, a creeping war between the poor and solitude that close like a clam to defend a piece of bread.
In previous world I was an alien, well camouflaged but still an alien.
I can see the seeds of something new and the dangers of something old.
depends on me ... it depends on us ...
Returning to Senegal, to the here and now (being in this continent but because I am always off on a tangent?) Also Diourbel reckoning.
need to figure out how much autonomy we have been able to donate to the villages of Diourbel with the financial support.
What I call for simplification, decentralized cooperation has something intangible but essential, do not become the slaves of cooperative cooperation.
That is not to replace colonialism (military occupation) and neo-colonialism (economic occupation) with a dependence mercy and compassion of the "brothers rich."
Thus, while organizing the event of October 2 in Diourbel here I am trying to point out the rudiments of an organizational form and a way of thinking can make them independent in their work as soon as possible.
The most observant will say to me that this was already foreseen in the initial project, now we must determine whether that project was realized to what extent, if the child is able to walk alone ...

On 2 October the International Day of nonviolence, in honor of the birthday of Gandhi.
why you chose this symbolic date to start the "World March for peace and nonviolence "www.marciamondiale.org.
At that date and the start of the march is being organized in various parts of the world, events, shows initiative.
In this context, my task this week is to lend a hand in organizing the event of Diourbel, will be a cultural event, with theater, music room and a few short speeches.

soon, if I have time ....