----- Original Message ----- Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 08:59:25 +0200
From: madeleine cardia nenna74@live.com
To: "veronicamm@t-online.de" veronicamm@t-online.de
I'm back .... hello! Here everything continues to go well, despite the famine that is known in all corners of Shashemane little face in the baby's bones and skin in the looks of their desperate mothers. I have a lot of things to tell you, but I really do not know where to start if not by the beauty of these people that makes us forget for a moment the personal and collective tragedies. My typical day is: Monday to Friday morning, I go by the Sisters de Foucauld who are on the outskirts of a slum or "slums" where we feed the poorest of the poor. Among others, some are also 2 hours walk and what we give them is the only meal of the day, the children are all barefoot and dirty, their face is smeared with tears, snot and flies which are the most hideous mask, However, they do not even drive away. I squeeze the heart every time. Last week a child died before me. But life goes on you can not stop to think, there's so much life that you can save the child and the parents seemed almost relieved because she has ceased to suffer. The community of the mission is open to all, Catholic and Muslim, Orthodox and non-believers. At noon back in the house for guests of the mission, also to take stock of the situation with Father Silvio (an actual saint) and at about 15:00 I go to the Women's Promotion Centre where I am teaching English and home economics, and where ... I'm learning to embroider even hear of them. All this three afternoons a week while others spend three afternoons with the children of the family home, play, chat, do after school ... Even yesterday we were able to get all 55 to take a bath with hot springs, a true paradise. But I was ashamed because I was dressed very much! I'm sleeping like a log ... but many insects have not yet seen cockroaches thankfully! I embrace you strong ... give my all.
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