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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.

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The crisis and the only way to get out

I can not say that the great crisis that we live a few months has taken me by surprise: for years I was convinced that something would happen sooner or later.
The bubble of financial speculation had become too great, with its absurdities. Recently dell'ubriacatura financial
was more convenient for those who had funds to invest in derivatives, rather than human labor (which is the only source that produces real wealth).
What you may not yet clear to everyone is that we are facing a epochal crisis and nothing will ever be, necessary to reconstruct an idea of \u200b\u200bcommunity and an economic system less deranged than the last.
In my opinion the only valid way to end the crisis, which has economic, social and personal, is to rebuild those social relations that have been lost in the rich countries and instead allow their lives in countries in need.
A strong, new impetus to a life of cooperation and association in its various forms is an excellent solution to meet the crisis together, to go in this direction I and the other for Help to Change (www.helptochange.it) we are ready to provide logistical support and knowledge to give birth to GAS, Time Banks, and cooperative relationship and exchange areas.
Alternatively, you can respond to the crisis in the defense closing of your garden, both personally and in society, but this solution, besides giving me a strong sense of rejection because of its consequences at the level of individual existence in both social implications of (the fear of the other, the desperate on the boats returned to die in Libya are examples), does not guarantee anything, behind the walls of defense that is going to build men remain fragile and alone, at the mercy of events.

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An intense sense of time

There are times when every effort, every effort, makes sense I would say sublime moments are those that recharge the batteries, give meaning to everyday work that is obscure in most cases and patient.
moments that I'm here, and I am not exaggerating, it is worth living.

Last night, returning to Caretto Thisse from Senegal across the countryside lit by an amazing full moon, I was talking to ritrovado Pape and Fall Bay (carter) of experience, a sense of transcendence, of mysticism in a language not mine, to be exact not "our", and I forgot the broken bones from three hours to cart the anxiety that I take before every meal, every concert, every business, every departure, for a long time to perceive the meaning of all this.

is not a simple moment of happiness, but the suspicion of a particle to be oriented to something enormously bigger, started before me and that will continue beyond me. Something bigger.

It 'a thrilling sensation, which can not be described if you do not have experience, but I know I share with many other people: if, as I hope, we are the majority, there is hope for this world, there' and economic crises, outbreaks of violence or racism can stop us, because we are particles of a larger process. A process that has led humans to fall from the trees, a hedge cold, to build houses and cities, to create science and non-violent beliefs suitable for a new world.

Last night there seemed to be this new world, just behind the shadow of Baobal under the moonlight.

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I understood not to have the makings of a missionary (better late than never)
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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.