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"
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