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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"

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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 ....

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Amarcord 30/09/2009 - 27/09/2009 Dakar


The year was 1998. August was the usual tropical Dakar, with humid heat and torrential rains and short.
Me and Irene were married there a few months ago and that trip to Senegal was, among other things, a sort of honeymoon.
you started with ideas and set a few things: the flight with Air Afrique (Senegal an airline booking flights on planes that had not), someone who was there at the airport in Dakar, a list of groups and associations to go to find in the suburbs of Dakar and Louga.
Any advice of friends who were there already in Senegal, a place to eat (Le point d'interrogation 2) and a place to stay (Continental Annexe).
It starts with a suitcase full of medicines and the desire for adventure.
With hindsight, the trip was organized badly: too many days (three weeks), in a bad period (August and the rainy season) without having planned exactly what to do and especially how, with a tremendous waste of economic resources (two people for twenty days in the hotel).
But it was one of those experiences that changes your life.
Before that I had never moved from Europe and more precisely, apart from some short visit to Paris, Italy.
And here I am, suddenly thrown into a different world: the beggars in the streets, a suffocating traffic, street vendors trying to sell any merchandise, negotiation with the taxi driver, the flavors are so different and vague memories of childhood in atmospheres Sicily.
Especially the feeling that the revolution a human can defeat hunger and poverty (the pain and suffering) was not just an idea that I unwholesome condemned to a life as a "foreigner" in this world, but a pressing need that we measured with the number of beggars in the street poliomyelitis (polio vaccine was discovered how many years?).
a real possibility that we measured with the number of meetings attended in explaining our ideas.
A "mission" of life that is measured by the number of inquiries, needs, desires that in those meetings took shape.

Since those days have passed more than eleven years.
Dakar is almost unrecognizable from an architectural point of view: new roads, new buildings, many shops, boutiques Western style for the new rich.
miraculously disappeared even beggars.
ideas were systematized and structured (at least in my head), as well as projects.
To find the crowds and enthusiastic about the idea to build a better world together day by day we must leave a lot to Dakar, to go inland, agricultural areas in crisis around Diourbel. The inhabitants of Dakar
are too busy bustle of the dream that, in Europe and the United States, you are breaking blows of the financial crisis: we must look for the 'alien' to find a bank to that effect, but at this point, you can continue to put together and connect the "aliens" in Europe and at home.
too are no longer the same person as those faded photos: I do not know better, certainly less unconscious at the time.
But that feeling of open future of infinite possibilities, then tested the meeting in memory every time I stop in Dakar and stroll through the center of VIIe or sleep in the hotel at the time (now called Blanchot and survived all 'Continental Hotel where he was the' annexe).

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Hello Jacko

The news of the death of Michael Jackson's hit me more deeply than I expected.
The death of someone you know even if Jacko ever hits you, lately, it attracted my sympathies, I will be hard but I can not stand people who, when they have all the resources and opportunities, self destructive chasing dreams and illusions. Not tolerate it among the people around me, let alone in the figures "median" already tolerate them just for this feature.

His death will not hit me for the tragic end of an eternal boy of fifty years who has had a hard life (difficult? I can think of the slums of Dakar), remains determined to overcome his own success to self unbeatable (being changed by the public and general conditions); struck me above all Jacko States as influenced by my life here in Italy.

His sudden absence has made me open the drawers of memory is dusty, but still there to form my taste and my thoughts.
Just to clarify the concept, I was reminded of a particular costume: white socks. Jacko Sdogati in the 80 short white sock that has always been, before and after, a symptom of individual loser, making it suddenly a must.
And there I was, in jeans, white socks, sneakers, black jacket over white shirt that proud smile in a picture of the time, I feel so cool, although this term came into use later.

efforts have been more than two decades that guy dressed in an objectively impossible is still inside of me (as well as a bunch of white socks in my drawer in the laundry) and the death of Jack has brought to light.
How has brought to light an endless playlist of songs from my ipod mental, especially ballads a bit 'honeyed as well suited to bask in sweet melancholy, and certainly also closely linked to episodes of my life, as a soundtrack that sometimes you never asked and that is always there in spite of yourself.

I realized once more, and direct experience than the media, the show business, help to create a common consciousness, even in me and, I repeat, in spite of myself.