Hello ... Nunzia
here all goes well, we miss you so much and often we find ourselves with Silvio P.
tell you, of your adventures in the house .. the people and for Ethiopia. You
I confirm that Pina and Maddalena back on 18 but I do not know the precise-time. Why
'does not give us a call? So will be' all over 'plain and simple. The center
women is going great and Pina and 'a volcano of idee.Scrivera' soon a detailed report on the work he is doing.
These days you are also paying a family home that was bought back really sucks .. everything ... will write 'for a cf relazione.P.Silvio says that putting a' other woman would be the same and that we must educate those already there sono.Vicky and Marina will take care of it. New
to adopt children from increasing more and more '.
We are preparing a video for Christmas parcels for the new year, report cards with photos and with Limat Roberto has found a way to have them all on Acces.
Call us! So we tell you all .. internet makes bad jokes.
hug you all
NB Fasil is the sad and said that manchi.Piu 'I told him that sometimes you want it happy and smiling and tell him at all. When shooting becomes the boss of the house! :-) Maria M. Zito!
Today we are Tikur Wuha . Abba Jaques and Tariku are our companions.
We enter on the dusty road between children and kids scared. We arrive at a clearing in front of us presents an incredible sight. Lake Awasa in all its majestic beauty. E 'framed by high Blue Mountains. A dense aquatic vegetation extending from the meandering shore. Tariku called the children who flocked in droves. Very poor and beautiful. I run with the older siblings cling to the slender shoulders. Vicky and Navy have carried the bag and are given work to do with the most battered. Clean ears, medical minor injuries. For a child have a bandaged eye was swollen and full of pus. Maria and Roberto are the pictures for the sponsors. I take note. The school is closed, but most children are all here. Curious and smiling in their poverty. Barefoot, careless of puddles, mud and bugs that have attacked us. They are kidnapped by the life that the lake seems to offer. Thus, in a scene almost unreal. A solitary white horse grazing the new grass, the lake rises to the song of women washing clothes on the shore in the pools of water lower. On the opposite bank of the marsh ducks soar, while cows and goats doze half-hidden by thick bushes colored. It 's amazing what nature has been generous with this land. So much beauty contrasts with so much poverty. But maybe it will be for this reason that the show that offers Africa is poignant in its many aspects. It will be necessary to return here to Tikur Wuha because not all children are present today. Abba Jaques takes time, children do not want us to leave, he never tired never to be photographed, stroking. It 's easy to create links with them. The horns of impatient Abba Jaques has scared a flock of colorful birds that chased each other singers. We have to go. The distracted gaze runs here and there. Do you think you've seen everything but poverty is not so, around every street corner there is always the worst.
soon. Your impulciati
kittens.
Faja July 30, 2008
Faja
raining this morning, let's go with Abba Faja Jaques. The road to the village winds through country roads filled with potholes full of water. The edge look is lost in vast expanses green. Far away in the hills of blue-gray light of morning mist. The fields are squared by tall and thin yellow-green cactus, so some Tukul and a barrack of mud and dung. It goes from dark green to light green giant trees and the lush corn, the tender green of some tufts of grass sticking out from the freshly plowed earth. Yellow wild flowers along the ditches. Suddenly, ahead of Toyota's Jaques Abba, abba, or barges (so dubbed by us) whizzing fast colorful birds, drawing in the sky light arabesques. Along the narrow paths on either side of the road, men wrapped in long colorful blankets, barefoot in the mud, advances emaciated cows and oxen under the weight of the yoke. At the sound of trumpets Toyota goats and children crossing the road overlooking the Tukul women and children who chase each other hopefuls. We spent about an hour to get to the village. A large area with the huts arranged in short, it looks like a square, a child of perhaps a year, crawling through the dust and droppings - I wonder why poverty has always the same face and the same color of brown earth -. You see the faces of old wrinkled as old as this earth, in the astonished eyes of children and young women shocked and sad. We are here for a survey on the status of the school and church. The school is located in an area surrounded by barbed wire, is little more than a shack, albeit in masonry. The classes are two, is a primary school. Each is made to accommodate from 60 to 80 children. The roof is high and is supported by tree trunks topped by sheets. Somewhere infiltrates the water. The floor is concrete, benches, round tables of eight, are somewhat incoherent. At the front wall, a blackboard and some old yellowed poster. The office of "Director" is a small room with a table and a shelf for documents. The water there is, take her once a week, with the barrels. You need to install the tanks, maybe this is a top priority. Out in the meadow, Children and women expect us intrigued. Now is also an operator of doctors without borders, even here they give a lot to do. A child has a game in hand, is a rudimentary wooden Spinning turns quickly with the body of a small bar with a rope at the top. It reminds me of the games of the poor 100 years ago. The child is very clever in this game, and willingly shows his talent. Also here are mostly barefoot in the mud. It continues to rain, but it seems that they do not notice. We are well covered, too - I would say! -. Tariku Abba Jaques and accompany us to the church. Here too, the landscape is in stark contrast to what we'll see inside. All around the dazzling yellow dahlias and red backdrop to the little church of S. Luca. Maybe even at the dawn of Christianity the churches were so poor and so destitute. The altar is a hovel of a table with old Missal and a notebook with him full of missing pages. From the tin roof it rains. The benches are arranged only on one row and those of the school. The floor is cement gray. The bare walls. Only a small altar behind the sacred image. You miss everything. We have to rebuild the church. Abba Jaques in a hurry. Let's start leaving behind the children who chase each other. At lunch we talk about it with Father Silvio, he says that it must be done to give the locals to rebuild the church and school. We agree with him, but we believe that we need someone to direct them !!!... Maybe Abba Jaques? By the way, expect from him a detailed list of things that need to Faja. Practically everything. I am reminded of a quote from Antoine de Saint Exupery: "If you build a ship do not gather men to gather wood and distribute the work, but teach them a longing for the open sea and infinity."
Hello, see you soon.
here all goes well, we miss you so much and often we find ourselves with Silvio P.
tell you, of your adventures in the house .. the people and for Ethiopia. You
I confirm that Pina and Maddalena back on 18 but I do not know the precise-time. Why
'does not give us a call? So will be' all over 'plain and simple. The center
women is going great and Pina and 'a volcano of idee.Scrivera' soon a detailed report on the work he is doing.
These days you are also paying a family home that was bought back really sucks .. everything ... will write 'for a cf relazione.P.Silvio says that putting a' other woman would be the same and that we must educate those already there sono.Vicky and Marina will take care of it. New
to adopt children from increasing more and more '.
We are preparing a video for Christmas parcels for the new year, report cards with photos and with Limat Roberto has found a way to have them all on Acces.
Call us! So we tell you all .. internet makes bad jokes.
hug you all
NB Fasil is the sad and said that manchi.Piu 'I told him that sometimes you want it happy and smiling and tell him at all. When shooting becomes the boss of the house! :-) Maria M. Zito!
Today we are Tikur Wuha . Abba Jaques and Tariku are our companions.
We enter on the dusty road between children and kids scared. We arrive at a clearing in front of us presents an incredible sight. Lake Awasa in all its majestic beauty. E 'framed by high Blue Mountains. A dense aquatic vegetation extending from the meandering shore. Tariku called the children who flocked in droves. Very poor and beautiful. I run with the older siblings cling to the slender shoulders. Vicky and Navy have carried the bag and are given work to do with the most battered. Clean ears, medical minor injuries. For a child have a bandaged eye was swollen and full of pus. Maria and Roberto are the pictures for the sponsors. I take note. The school is closed, but most children are all here. Curious and smiling in their poverty. Barefoot, careless of puddles, mud and bugs that have attacked us. They are kidnapped by the life that the lake seems to offer. Thus, in a scene almost unreal. A solitary white horse grazing the new grass, the lake rises to the song of women washing clothes on the shore in the pools of water lower. On the opposite bank of the marsh ducks soar, while cows and goats doze half-hidden by thick bushes colored. It 's amazing what nature has been generous with this land. So much beauty contrasts with so much poverty. But maybe it will be for this reason that the show that offers Africa is poignant in its many aspects. It will be necessary to return here to Tikur Wuha because not all children are present today. Abba Jaques takes time, children do not want us to leave, he never tired never to be photographed, stroking. It 's easy to create links with them. The horns of impatient Abba Jaques has scared a flock of colorful birds that chased each other singers. We have to go. The distracted gaze runs here and there. Do you think you've seen everything but poverty is not so, around every street corner there is always the worst.
soon. Your impulciati
kittens.
Faja July 30, 2008
Faja
raining this morning, let's go with Abba Faja Jaques. The road to the village winds through country roads filled with potholes full of water. The edge look is lost in vast expanses green. Far away in the hills of blue-gray light of morning mist. The fields are squared by tall and thin yellow-green cactus, so some Tukul and a barrack of mud and dung. It goes from dark green to light green giant trees and the lush corn, the tender green of some tufts of grass sticking out from the freshly plowed earth. Yellow wild flowers along the ditches. Suddenly, ahead of Toyota's Jaques Abba, abba, or barges (so dubbed by us) whizzing fast colorful birds, drawing in the sky light arabesques. Along the narrow paths on either side of the road, men wrapped in long colorful blankets, barefoot in the mud, advances emaciated cows and oxen under the weight of the yoke. At the sound of trumpets Toyota goats and children crossing the road overlooking the Tukul women and children who chase each other hopefuls. We spent about an hour to get to the village. A large area with the huts arranged in short, it looks like a square, a child of perhaps a year, crawling through the dust and droppings - I wonder why poverty has always the same face and the same color of brown earth -. You see the faces of old wrinkled as old as this earth, in the astonished eyes of children and young women shocked and sad. We are here for a survey on the status of the school and church. The school is located in an area surrounded by barbed wire, is little more than a shack, albeit in masonry. The classes are two, is a primary school. Each is made to accommodate from 60 to 80 children. The roof is high and is supported by tree trunks topped by sheets. Somewhere infiltrates the water. The floor is concrete, benches, round tables of eight, are somewhat incoherent. At the front wall, a blackboard and some old yellowed poster. The office of "Director" is a small room with a table and a shelf for documents. The water there is, take her once a week, with the barrels. You need to install the tanks, maybe this is a top priority. Out in the meadow, Children and women expect us intrigued. Now is also an operator of doctors without borders, even here they give a lot to do. A child has a game in hand, is a rudimentary wooden Spinning turns quickly with the body of a small bar with a rope at the top. It reminds me of the games of the poor 100 years ago. The child is very clever in this game, and willingly shows his talent. Also here are mostly barefoot in the mud. It continues to rain, but it seems that they do not notice. We are well covered, too - I would say! -. Tariku Abba Jaques and accompany us to the church. Here too, the landscape is in stark contrast to what we'll see inside. All around the dazzling yellow dahlias and red backdrop to the little church of S. Luca. Maybe even at the dawn of Christianity the churches were so poor and so destitute. The altar is a hovel of a table with old Missal and a notebook with him full of missing pages. From the tin roof it rains. The benches are arranged only on one row and those of the school. The floor is cement gray. The bare walls. Only a small altar behind the sacred image. You miss everything. We have to rebuild the church. Abba Jaques in a hurry. Let's start leaving behind the children who chase each other. At lunch we talk about it with Father Silvio, he says that it must be done to give the locals to rebuild the church and school. We agree with him, but we believe that we need someone to direct them !!!... Maybe Abba Jaques? By the way, expect from him a detailed list of things that need to Faja. Practically everything. I am reminded of a quote from Antoine de Saint Exupery: "If you build a ship do not gather men to gather wood and distribute the work, but teach them a longing for the open sea and infinity."
Hello, see you soon.
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